Main Event

The main event blog unfortunately gets to be very short. I was scheduled to play the first day one, but a really bad night before involving a girl I love very much getting very sick left me with no sleep. Some begging and pleading somehow got me switched the next morning to the fourth day one, and I already felt like I was on a 10k freeroll, as there was no chance I could have done well had I been forced to play.

The day had very little excitement, however. Counting all hands 45s or 46sand better, or JTo as marginally playable, I had twelve total hands you could consider seeing a flop with. I had three open ended straight flush draws early on, losing two small pots and one medium pot where I was out of position and betting down the whole way.

My table broke, and I got moved to Jim Bechtel’s right at a new table. There was one absolutely terrible player at the table, but his open limped 84 managed to beat my fourth open ended straight flush draw, and then I lost another very bizarre pot where I called his raise in the blind with 55, called a bet on the J106, then checked down the 7 and 4. He showed 73 to win the pot.

I won one hand all day, when I raised in MP with AQ, with a good player in the blinds calling. The flop was J33, and I continuation bet, getting a call. The turn was the K, and I checked behind. The river Q completed a flush draw and brought me a pair, but I made a good value bet when he checked behind, and he called and mucked.

I got no more hands until waking up with AK in the blinds, with the terrible player already raising. I just shoved him, and he asked for a count before making a terrible call with AJ. Jack on the turn and my WSOP was over.