I just finished third in the Caesars event. This tacks another $20,000 score onto my resume, but I feel a stronger sense of disappointment than accomplishment in the wake of the tournament. I honestly thought I was going to win the thing. Am I turning into a spoiled brat?
When play resumed with 12 players left, I was the chip leader. I won two sizable pots immediately, and when we settled in to play the final table, I was way out ahead of the field. Then, seated at a full final table with a gradually graded prize structure, I struggled through a long drought of trash hands. I surmised that the only proper strategy was patience. I picked a few spots here and there and mostly withstood my restealing urges, basically folding my way down to three-handed.
At that point in time, I was the second largest stack. In the very first hand of three-handed play, with the blinds at 16,000-32,000 I openraised the button to 85,000 with A-8 offsuit, and the small stack in the big blind shoved for around 350,000. I was sitting on around 700,000, which turned out to be the deciding factor in my decision to gamble with the short stack, who had been playing pretty tight. I made the call. The small stack (and eventual winner) had A-J, and it held up. A few hands later I ran another A-8 into A-K, and that was all she wrote.
I feel like a lot of less accomplished players might have donked off their chips earlier. Still, I felt like I was the chalk in this thing and should have figured out a way to win it.
Oh, and for those of you keeping score at home, I drove through a nasty storm and made it to Philly just in time for tipoff. Cornell beat Penn in a squeaker before a surprisingly fiesty crowd at the Palestra.
And thus ends a blog entry by a guy whining about winning 20 grand. 🙂