I played at the game I muddied over in this blog after the last time I played. I couldn’t resist it. I didn’t need to play. I actually have more stuff to do than I can even finish in a Labor Day extended weekend, yet I still went. It wasn’t the money. It wasn’t the need for cards. What happened is I felt I owed that particular game.
I’m either 0-4 or 0-5 in this game as far as making any money. Tonight I finished 3rd of 18 to get a little of my pride back. I showed flashes of good, if not great play at times, but had I not hit a 7 outer on the river in one particular hand, my chip stack would have been extremely low and my tournament likely over in 8th place.
The 18 man tournament lasted a pretty incredible 4.5 hours. I really should have brought a snack because I was wilting away on energy and strength, but I remained sharp enough throughout to hold an above average chip stack most of the time.
The bad beat scenario went down with someone raising 5x in front of me. I look down at 10s and call. The flop comes QJ8. He goes all-in. Hmmm… This guy had put his money all in a few times pre flop and now he had put about half his money in and then moved right after the flop. I put him on a low pocket pair – 7s or close to it. I called and he turns over Aces. I get my 9 on the river for a straight and knock him out of the tournament.
It really sucked because he was such a nice guy and he hadn’t done any damage to me as I just sat by him when the tables collapsed. We had played maybe 6-8 hands before I ended his night with two bad calls and a win.
I hate winning like that, but it’s better than staying in a huge slump.