"Bye bye Men."
Those were the parting words of "The Master" as his all-in attempt was beat two tables to my left. The morning began with 498 players in the $500 limit hold'em tournament. Nguyen departed with about 200 left. I had hovered between 1,000 and 2,000 chips most of the day from our starting point of 1,500. The tournaments are set up well at the World Poker Finals in that the blinds rise slowly, giving participants plenty of play for their money. Even though I went a long stretch without any good hands I was still hanging on.
At the 5:30 p.m. dinner break I had about 8,000 chips with 90 players left after catching AK, 10-10 and a couple of other good hands. I made a bad mistake in calling a guy down to the river with 44 with a 10 high board. I put him on AK and he turned over 55. I should have either folded or check raised at some point in the hand.
We get down to 65 players, 40 get paid and the winner gets $61,000.
I pull two miracle river cards to stay alive. The first I have 88 with enough chips for three BB. I raise it and get called by a woman with a mountain of chips. The flop is K-10-7. She bets and I have to call. She turns over KQ. The turn is a blank and the river is an 8. In the second miracle. I am all-in in the BB with K-10 vs. A-10. The flop comes A-9-7 all clubs. I have the K of clubs. The river is a club.
But it is a bad beat the puts me out. With $2,500 left and the blinds at $500-$1,000. I raise under the gun with AQ. The guy in the BB calls and the flp is Q-5-3. He bets my last $500 and I call. He has J5. The turn is an A. The river? A 5 of course. And just like that I'm out in 42nd place, right on that bubble.
The river giveth, the river takethaway.
The $500 NL is in the morning. I'm going to sleep.