Battle Hymn Of The Shortstacked

Many thanks to all the well-wishers and hangers-on who vibed me through the wee hours last night. Er, today. Whatever. The time off has given me the opportunity to construct a battle plan. My plan is to push my chips into the middle and win. That's about it. Well, I have a theme song. I'll get to that. I have 48K in chips, 3K-6K blinds, 1K antes, for an M of 2.666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666 whooo, sorry, got a little punchy there. There should be a 7 on the end of that, technically speaking. I read Harrington's bit on Red Zone play this morning and realized two things: 1. A lot is going to depend on the first orbit, and hence my cards and seat draw, neither of which I have any control over whatsoever. 2. I am more than willing to take my chances if it gives me a shot at winning. Banzai! I have a little tidbit of a song to hum to remind me of what I need to know, a mnemonic of sorts. It's also ripped from a damn fine song all its own. Here it is, with all due apologies to D. McManus, and don't be shy about singing along if you know the tune:

I'm not going to get too down-to-the-felt-al Like those other shortstacked weak-tight kinds 'cause I'm a member of the poker literati I only know I need your blinds Harrington I know any two cards will do Harrington My M is two

All for now. I'm going to go eat some Thai food and try to remember what it was that got me interested in poker in the first place. I suspect it might have been that it looked like fun, which it definitely is.