Well, seat six continues to be the life of the table. Now that seat three is gone, seat six has decided everyone needs a nickname and that it's his responsibility to give them out. Seat two is now "Rock "... or, more precisely, "Rok"... as in, right of killer. Get it? The new seat three is simply "new guy".
So, at any rate, my second round started about as well as this guys humor...
Oh, before we get into some hands - antes jump again at the end of the level and i need to be at least at 72,000 heading into the next level for a M Ratio of 10... yikes.
So i start with AJ off in a late position, raise and get big blind to call. Flop comes 3 4 A, i bet it, he folds, i got a nice little pot.
I had fives on the button and raised from position, but big blind defended his blind and we went to the flop - Q J 10. Ugh. We both check. Turn was a 7, he bet, i folded.
You know, none of my position raises are working out. And many of my bets and raises are getting raised. And seat eight continues to position raise my big blind every time. I'm most unhappy with my stature at this table. Yesterday i had a lot more respect... although today i did pick up a new nickname - Legend. Thanks seat six.
Anyway, i had tens in a late position and three bet seat eight. The blinds folded, as did seat eight, and i picked up about 10k in blinds, antes, and seat eights bet. About 101,000 forty five minutes in...
With an hour left, i picked up antes and blinds raising with A5 suited... so finally a bit of a position raise finally paid off.
And Tiffany booked a church for a May 2, 2015 wedding, so we are making progress on that front... which is nice because trading emails with wedding planners and reception venues from the poker table hasn't been ideal. And we may be able to get cheaper hotel rates on that day because unlike June 13, it's not the Chicago neo-con convention.
Seat seven just knocked out seat six with aces over kings preflop, so i won't have the pleasure of his company anymore, pity.
With about twenty minutes left, my chip stack continues to dwindle... i haven't gotten any hands, i just keep folding. A stretch like this was always inevitable, but i hope it ends soon... I'm down under 90k and feel like there is no depth i can't hit.
I'm also a little sick of playing poker. We're coming up on twenty four hours at the table and about thirty total hours invested since Monday at noon. i don't think oversleeping helped - i didn't have any time this morning to decompress before starting up again.
Only 1,332 people left out of 6,683 with fifteen minutes left, so we have officially hit the top twenty percent! I wish the top twenty percent got paid instead of the top ten :)
I just folded sixes under the gun... which was probably the right move, but they looked like such a great hand compared to all my 6 4 and 8 2 hands. A 6 hit the flop too - ugh, my inner Greg Rydz is so upset.
With less than ten minutes left, i got a couple chances to lose more chips!
A5 suited in the big blind so i called a raise. Flop came 3 3 9, and we both checked. He bet tiny on a 6 on the turn, but there was no reason to call... i wasn't even drawing to anything. He showed pocket nines, he had flopped the boat. Phew.
Next hand, A7 suited in the small blind, so i called a raise from the button. 5 4 2 flop. Three players check. K. We all check. Q. Seat two bets, seat nine calls, i fold. Seat two was playing A6, seat nine AQ.
Then with five minutes left, AJ off one off the button. So i raise, the button calls, and so does big blind. Flop was A 2 3 so i bet it and took down the pot.
And on the very last hand of the round, i got pocket kings i over bet because i wanted to get to break and took down blinds and antes.
95,000 exactly at the break, M Ratio of 13 heading into the last round before dinner.
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