Thanksgiving weekend is the most American of holidays. We eat way too much - several times in fact if you have leftovers. Drink too much. Watch football. Get up early to spend money on stupid crap imported from China. You have to love tradition.
A lesser-known (but poker related) tradition is playing in Dr. Pauly's Turkey Cup tournament. This year it was pushed back to nearly midnight thanks to the Jets being on TV, which posed a challenge to eastern time zone peeps who crushed too much tryptophan-laden turkey.
I did sign up for the tournament and I guess you could say I played. By that I mean I dozed off between hands and only regained consciousness long enough to fold or play a hand when the super shrill Stars "hey it's your turn dumbass" buzzer went off. It was a good thing I had the volume turned up to the max because there weren't many times where I managed to stay awake for two consecutive hands.
Here's what I remember: I got AA my first big blind. And got a walk. I got AKs in the big blind shortly thereafter. Got a walk. Come on people. ZZZZzzzzzz. Fold, snooze, fold. I finally got tired of waking up so I called an all in, lost and blacked out.
When I woke up this morning it said I finished 18th out of 56 runners. Not so bad for a zombie. And a first time zombie at that - I don't ever remember having so much trouble staying awake. Must be getting old. Oh well.
And now it's on to a full day of footbaw. Love holidays. Enjoy.