Back to the good old days today...
In the Venetian for their DSE $600 event. Lots of fresh new faces, and, including me, a few tired and cynical old ones.
Screen showing over 250 entrants for today's flight. Trying to ease in gently, won my first pot and just chugging gently right now.
15 mins before the end of level 2 and not much to report, so here's some filler.
One guy at the table may have a posture issue he's trying to correct. I've never seen anyone sitting so bolt upright in my entire life. It's hurting me just watching it. He just lost a big pot when he fired hard on every street, and bet 6k on the end, and got reraised all in for another 5300. He thought for 5 minutes and finally released. For the following 10 minutes his posture was the worst I've ever seen....
He then jammed his remaining stack with KQ vs QQ and is now out. Some people have a great temperament for tournaments...until they lose a hand then the wheels come flying off. I'm guessing he might have been one of them.
My wheels are staying on even though I just lost an ugly pot. A French guy at the table called a preflop raise with 74 off and turned a full house against me. Disguised indeed. On we go.
We then chop a pot between us when he raises with Q4, I call with Q10s, the board runs out QKQ9....K. Would've got me back to about 14k. Instead I'm on 9.
Lost another with QQ when an ace flopped and the guy check-raised all in after I bet out. He shows AK. Down to 6200 and unimpressed. Not planning on going the way of the bad-posture guy. I'm sure my resolve is made of sterner stuff. I'd hope so anyway.
I guess my resolve isn't in too much question. Generally. I'm back up to 15k at first break :o)
I call a raise with 66 and flop comes 76q two clubs. The raiser leads out and after some deliberation I just get it in there and then, happy to either dance or just win what's there. He puts on his dancing shoes, and calls showing AcQc. Shiiiiiit.
No clubs and I double.
Next hand the French guy raises and an old rock calls. I decide I'm not having any of it and make it 2400 from the 800 raise. They both look miffed and fold. That'll learn them. Break time and some sunshine outside by the artificial canal.
Back from break and the screen shows 340/431 left today. Long haul and all that. Lose a small pot coming back but feeling OK. English guy busts just before the break when he jams a busted flush draw on the river and is called. I don't like bluffing at this stage, especially against people who aren't normally folding. On we go on level 4 with the antes kicking in.
Last hand of the level, and last hand for registration. Screen showing 340/474. They still pull 'em in at this joint.
I've dropped to 12k as we go into level 5 at 150/300/50. Pots more worthy of fighting for now but still not going mad yet.
Back to 10k after playing a pot with 99 where I get moved in on the river with two jacks on the board and reluctantly fold. Two French guys at the table. Both nice and friendly. One is as weak as piss and plays very open, the other has a lot of chips and is very tricky. He just got it all in with KK (when he actually had a hand) vs JJ, flop J4A. The guy at risk with JJ looks relieved.
Turn A, River A. France wins with aces full of kings and busts him out. When it's your day it's your day. He can play as well, so it's even better for him.
Spiralled back to 7k again when my JJ ran into 45 offsuit and he flopped a draw and turned an eight high straight.
Lose another to the French guy when I raise with 1010 and he calls with K6 off and flops a king. Getting pissed off now. Down to 5k!
Down to 3600 and getting frustrated with every one of my raises getting called and every big pair getting outdrawn. Some days are just like that I guess.
I raise with AJs to pick up the blinds and of course the aggro French guy wants to play. He looks at my stack and raises me 2/3 of it. Screw it. Let's just play a pot because I'm not standing for this all afternoon. We get it in, I flip AJ and there's a flicker from him. I tell him he has A10 before he even turns it over.
Board flops a pair but luckily no chop this time so I'm back to 8300 again.
Level 6 and still around 8k. French aggro guy has lost a few pots and looks a bit miffed. He's back to starting stack.
Made the second break on 7k. Blinds 300/600/75 on return so I'll likely be coming out blasting in 15 minutes.
I'm a man of my word...
First hand back and pissy weak French player flats the 600. I jam rightly figuring he's not calling without KK or better based on his previous form.
He calls and flips over KK. Great.
I flop a ten and mentally high-five the dealer but say nothing. Back to 13k.
Final numbers for today now in after alternates are seated. 280/493 remain so almost half the field is shredded already.
Table has gone a little insane. 3-way preflop all in with AQ vs 1010 vs QQ. Obviously the AQ rivers an ace and irons out both players. Aggro French guy had the 1010 and has now said "au revoir".
We've reached the last hand before the colour up break. I wish the old swashbuckling Kevin were here today. I consider getting creative with 3c2c in the small blind, but there's a raise and a call so I shy away.
Flop 39J with two clubs. Marvellous.
Another club on the turn. Two guys get into it. King high wins the pot and I'd have been on 25k if I'd stuck with my gut.
Now at 400/800/100 and I'm on 7500.
Argh. Seat open.
Just ran 99 into QQ with my 6500 stack. No miracles and I'm gone with 230 players left from 493. No crying. Such is life.