Took the shuttle to Hammond to play in a $130 tournament, busted out in the middle of a small field of 34, had some decent hands early so was able to maintain my stack in the 14-16,000 range until just before the second break, when the small blind shoved all in for 6500 with blinds at 400/800, I had A10 so an easy call, he showed down J5 off suit, player in the 1 seat says "I folded a jack", 2 jacks come on the flop and I am drawing dead, now down to 9,500 chips, happy to be alive but if I can't hold up against a 2 outer I felt it was not going to be my day. After the second break I regained a small amount of chips and when I had 12,000 chips with blinds at 600/1200 I shoved from middle position with KJ offsuit, not the greatest hand but I decided to go with it, a player in late position calls with AJ and I am unable to suck out.
Good news is I sat down at a $1/2 table for 30 minutes before the tournament and won $122, most of it coming when I flopped a set of sevens, so for a full day's fun I spent $8.
The day is a sickly gray, cold, raining, May 11 and winter is still settled in the midwest, USA. The daily toxic sky reminds me to focus on my imminent death, hoping to stay positive and focused on maintaining a calm and clear mind, what else is to be done?
