Rebuy!

  My second game of the year took place on January 8th at Bill and Amy's. I had decided, after my meltdown from the previous night, that I really needed to watch my attitude. I decided that I was going to stop pressuring myself to make money and just enjoy my hobby. Well, I certainly did do that.
  This night I was going to a tournament at Bill and Amy's house. This tournament has re buys. Now, I pride myself on the fact that I usually don't have to re buy in these kinds of tournaments but pride comes before a fall. Well, I started off playing ok but quickly began donking up the place. I was playing too loose and bleeding chips. I was in the bb with suited crap and called a raise with it. There are five people in the hand. I flopped my flush draw and in my donkified state decided it was a good idea to bet into 4 people in first position. Well, of course, I got raised by my poker buddy Shannon and my other buddy, Herb, called. The raise was half my stack, so I decided it was fold or shove. I shoved. Shannon really agonized over this wondering if I had a real hand and also wondering what Herb was going to do. In the end they both called. Shannon showed 2 pair and I forget what Herb had. My draw missed and Herb and I were out. We both yelled "Re buy!"
  Round two lasted for one hand. Herb and I both take seats directly across from where we were. I immediately look down at AKs and make a raise. Herb re-raises me and Matt pushes for about half my stack. Knowing the range of the two very loose people who just raised me, I think "You guys are full of bs" and again I shove. Herb calls and turns over 99 and Matt turns over 78s. Well, the 99 holds. "Re buy!" I yell again. I was laughing at this point. I was determined to have a good time in spite of having to re buy again. (although I didn't relish the idea of telling my husband I bought in three times "but I had a good time, honey")
  Round three starts and I tell myself to get my head in the game. Ok, Angie, you just have to make 4th place to get your money back. I finally played tight, solid and really started making some progress. I got some really beautiful hands and they all held up. It also helps when the guy on pain meds keeps betting into your set and your nut flush. (I'll take 'em any way I can get 'em) I made it to the final table and was raking in huge pots. I commented on how cumbersome all these chips were. "Some people have to get lucky to obtain chips." said my friend, Bill. To which I replied, "I'd rather be lucky then good."
  I went on to chop with Gary for first place. I recovered all my money from the previous night plus some. The best part was I had a really good time. I like this new attitude, it pays well.