|hat they gave everybody that cashed the main event|
My first two years I lasted the longest of the Minions (that's why I got asked back) and last year did the same cashing as I made making a run to almost the top 200 players. (Btw, had they paid the top 15% the first year, as they do now, I would have cashed then too). In the aftermaths, I don't think I realized how well I ran to go pretty deep both years.
|Neil Blumefeld at final table|
I say terrible because I asked Neil about the hand afterward and his rationale for calling me was garbage. I wish he had said "I had a read," but instead he gave a rather silly reason for calling four streets of bets by me. He literally could only beat a bluff or the exact hand I held (which he didn't even consider a monster draw that didn't get there). Truly a nice guy, but it was hard to pull for him in November because that hand stood out so much for me. So many other players have a fold button in that spot. But he was running insanely good so a lot easier for him to call.
My third all in hand last year... again my downfall was all-in with Kings this time v. Ace Queen. Weirdly when the kid called I felt I was doomed. Sometimes you just know when you are going to hold, sometimes you just know when you are going to suck out, and sometimes you just know when it's over. I readied myself to leave the WSOP. This time the flop and turn were clean. As the dealer peeled the river, I allowed myself to think just for a second maybe my gut was wrong, maybe there is no such thing as a sixth sense. In my head, I allowed myself to consider with that double I was going to have some chips to battle and they were about to move us to the TV table.
I liked my chances against the other players-it actually might have been my softest table of the Main Event crazy as that sounds considering how deep we were. Since Norman Chad scouted us in the early morning and decided we'd make good TV, I planned on ratcheting up the aggression if I had any chips. Pretty sure most of the players didn't want to risk busting not only because of the money but for the chance to show their family they made the telecast by sticking around that table for as long as they could. Felt like a bubble situation +100. Who knows if that plan would have worked but my focus wasn't about the TV it was about leveraging the table to accumulate more chips.
Then the dealer turned over Barry Greenstein, an Ace on the River, and my Main Event was over. I was gutted. Just like Monkey who went out v. Elisabeth Hille Kings were my downfall again.
Anyway, I now know that I got extremely fortunate in one perspective, that I battled for days with very little chance of elimination. I felt I played really well too. For example, I didn't go broke and almost folded (yes) top set correctly (again Kings (that hand) that improved) vs. a flush in a blind v. blind battle (only three hearts on board). Yeah, that one will stay with me forever. I also hero called multiple times against some aggros including v. pro Dan O'Brien to keep accumulating chips. That said, it's a marathon and it's as much avoiding land mines and potential disasters as it is making good decisions. Some things you can control and some things you can't. My strategy to pot control and limit the variance worked both years.