The masochistic adventures of a donkamenteur
So after playing for 12 hours I busted on the VERY LAST HAND OF DAY 1 in the $5k NL...
After doubling up on the second last hand...
From 22bb to ~46bb... so it's not like I was short...
I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel like the WSOP was created with the sole purpose of doing whatever it takes to destroy my spirit as much as possible at all times!
It's pretty sick, like how last year in the Main Event I was about to make my first dinner break of the series (15th event!) and I spent the first 5 minutes of the dinner break losing a coinflip for 95% of my stack (which was above average) so I went to my 'omg first ever wsop dinner break' feeling completely crushed because the series was essentially over and I had officially failed.
Well today I was about to pensively make my first ever Day 2 with 22 big blinds, when on the second last hand for the day I flopped top set and got it in vs a flush draw and held to double to a very healthy stack and only having to survive one last hand where I was going to be in the big blind and determined not to do anything stupid.
I made a joke to the guy next to me that I'd been talking and telling WSOP failure stories to about how sick it was going to be when I busted on the last hand...
And then Victor 'I Personify The Word Donk' Ramdin opened utg to 2500 with 25k or so behind, it folded around to Isaac Baron on the button, and he made it 7625 with around 50 behind.
I looked down at JJ and my 45k and really had no choice but to push afaik.
Ramdin obviously went into the tank for like 3 minutes despite obviously never having anything, and I had to sit there getting slowroll tortured over whether or not Menlo was going to snapcall.
Well of course 3 minutes later when Ramdin finally folded instantly came the words 'I call, I have Aces...'
The board blanked out and I was done.
I'll write a proper report later on probably as it was a really epic day, my starting seat was wedged right in between Elky and JC Tran, and over the course of the day I sat with a lot of sickos.
But for now I should sleep, I'm just posting for sympathy obviously
Honestly though I'm really not upset at all, it's weird.
I guess it's just perspective - what's the difference if I lasted another 10 hours and came 15th with a different JJ vs AA?
You either win the tournament or fail, whatever, zzz.