I should have had my customary (haha) 80k by the third break, but instead I was left with a walk through Central London back to my hotel...

It wasn't that I didn't pick up any hands. I picked up hands left and right. It was actually pretty sick. My problem was getting those hands to hold up...that was a little bit more difficult.

I had, no shit, the following hands come up, all in the second level...

I had KhKs cracked by a gutshot straight draw on the river.

I had a set of 6's cracked by a higher set, K's, on the river.

I had a flush, with 7h8h, cracked by quad 3's, with the 3d on the turn and then the 3son the river.

I had a set of 4's cracked by an open-ender on the river.

Haha! For the love of George Washington Carver! This is not even to mention the other three (!) sets that I flopped and/or hit on the turn, which actually held up! I, honestly, just picked up and made too many damn hands too early in this tournament. You just can't expect them all to hold up and when they don't...well, you get hurt quick.

I was all set up to go on a sick run on another day one, but it was dashed...such is life...

My brain is mushy from how busy I have been lately, so I am taking off for a couple of days in Paris, one of my absolute favorite cities on this planet, and I'll be hollering back at you kids from the Borgata next week...

peace to your domes,
J

Tags: Bad Beats, London, WSOPE