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#462 – WSOP Notebook #35 – My Happy Ending, Part I
It’s 7:05 PM and I’m out of the Main Event. I chipped up from 50k to over 70k in the first half hour, then every kind of bad thing happened at the poker table. I lost the first pile raising with As-Ks, calling a reraise, then flopping K-Q-7, and folding on the turn when the guy, who had over 100k in chips, moved all-in. I thought about it awhile and folded, which was a good thing because the guy showed me a seven.
Maybe I’d have spared myself some aggrevation if I called and busted. The table soon broke and nothing worked at the new table. The table was very tight, except when I was in the hand. I had to keep folding my raises on the flop or turn when another player moved in, and the times where I hit the flop, the turn and river cards were disasters.
In the end, with blinds of 400-800 and antes of 100, I was down to just over 10,000. After a raise to 2,200 and a call, I looked up from my big blind to see A-5o. I had a hunch if I moved in, the raiser would fold and the flat-caller, who had a big stack, would probably call with an inferior hand.
I moved in and it happened exactly as I expected. The flat-caller, a guy named Bill who I played with at the Wynn Classic – he was part of my blog called “The Cult of 7-X” – called me with Jd-Td. But he caught a ten on the flop and I was out.
Apart from junky “… then the flop came …” regurgitations, of which I have no more, there’s a bunch to tell you about today. I’m going to mope around a little and try to write it later tonight (a/k/a tomorrow).
But it’s cool. The moping is obligatory. I was pleased with how I played and, as this is a crossroads (or potential crossroads) for me in poker, I feel a sense of accomplishment for the things that went well, and a sense of serenity toward those that didn’t.
I’ll fill you in on it later, along with writing about all the interesting things in my backlog-blog file, plus I’ll be covering the rest of the action for the Main Event. That is, I mean, after I consume a raisin-oatmeal cookie the size of a wagon wheel.
