QQ against the guy from Boston. He raised preflop, i smooth called. Q on the flop, we check-check. Ace on the turn, he bets 800, I reraise to 2500, he folds. I was hoping he had a big ace, but he must not have.
Big hand - raised to 1000 with 89s. The button calls. Flop is Js 10d 5s, giving me an open-ended straight draw and a flush draw. I check, button checks. Turn is a 7, giving me the straight. Button bets 4000, I raised to 8000, button calls. River is nothing, so I bet 15,000. After a long deliberation, he folds.
Two hands later, I get QQ. Scary guy in Seat 8 raises to 1200, Seat 9 calls, I raise to 4000. Seat 8 folds, Seat 9 calls. The flop is a bunch of undercards, so I raise to 6000. Seat 9 calls. We check the turn and the river. My QQ holds up.
Now at 68,600!
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Guy to my left gave up his masseuse and his mojo went away - lost a big hand to the giggling Romanian in Seat 5. The Romanian started to apologize, and Seat 2 wasn’t having it. “Luck!” he said, with the same emphasis you’d use for its rhyming word.
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As I sit here and look around the room, I am struck by how ordinary these guys are (and it is vastly masculine - in the tables surrounding Table 666, I can see one woman playing). Where do these guys come up with $10,000?
It’s weirdly comforting. If I was playing with a bunch of millionaires, I’d be worried that they would be playing loose because the money doesn’t mean anything to them. I get the sense that Seat 2 - Mr. Massage - is one of those guys, and he plays like that. Early on, he told me, “I will see more flops than anyone else at this table,” and he has.
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| Me and Mr. Massage |
Everyone else, however, seems like they are happy to be here and are in no hurry to put their tournament lives on the line.
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67,300 at the second break!
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