This year, I decided to take the first two weeks of the WSOP over in Las Vegas, then go back for three weeks, only to fly over there again for the Main Event. As crazy as it seems, this is not even the first time I've done that. Last time I performed this genius stunt, I ended up having the worst jet lag of my life and basically walked around like a zombie the entire time. It made this year's idea even more insane.
The reason for this is pretty much just the kids. The first 3-5 days is a blessing with all the sleep, golf, and poker I want, whenever I want it. Then, very quickly, I start missing them. After 10 days, I'm even looking forward to my son kicking me in the balls.
The first Main Event I ever played was back when my fellow Team Pro, Mr. Moneymaker, won it. Back then, I rarely played tourneys, but when I did I was 100% convinced I was winning every single one of them, including the 2003 Main Event. The disappointment of busting out was unreal, and I could literally feel my arms grow so they ended up getting dragged across the pavement when I walked toward a taxi trying to get back from Binions. I have a feeling most people would have been sure they saw a depressed monkey walking in downtown Las Vegas that year.
I busted out in a 70/30 situation for around 80K in chips, and to this day it still feels like the worst beat of my life. AK vs AQ. Let's just say it has happened before, and there might be an unlucky dude out there who's gonna experience the same as I did, but at that moment, in my first World Series, it felt like someone robbed me of my trophy.
I was very quick getting out of Binions and thrilled to hear Gus Hansen's voice from another table asking "What happened?" so I could tell him my horrible beat.
I started telling him with my arms all over the place, explaning how beautifully I played it. He suddenly started smiling. Now, you'd expect him to say, "How the f... could he call with that?" or "Wow, that's the sickest thing I've ever heard," Gus smiled. In that situation, a smile doesn't really make your day. So, I' asked him what's up with the smile.
"Have you seen this girl right behind you?" he said. "Pretty sure she wants me. But tell me again. You had jacks right?"
If you narrow it down to a final second, that would be the second where my arms started to grow.
Nowadays I don't expect to win every single tourney I play. It may come as a shock, but that actually prevents you from getting extremely disappointed. Back in 2010 when I was chipleading the Main with around 40 players left, I pretty much busted in one huge hand. Not even that beats the disappointment from my first Main Event...which is kinda sick, considering the fact that we played for something like 18 million in that hand.
But in 2010, I knew that all the money could go in at any given time. Even though I had slightly more chips than everybody else, the road to the final table was still very long.
So my advice to you guys: if you are ever playing any big tournaments, just have fun. Play as good as possible, have faith in your own game, don't get money-scared, and DO NOT expect to win it.
The latter eases the pain quite a lot.
Theo Jorgensen is a member of Team PokerStars Pro