"Fuel had to feel pretty confident when it got down to three players with Homer535 and bdidde, but he was in for a surprise as the trio lasted over 150 hands before the win/place/show was determined in the order above." -- CCLet me tell you, I was sure happy to read that this morning. But not for the reason you might think.
It's moments before the second break in CC's Thursday Bash. Despite being a complete donkey and playing like [censored], I've been the chip leader for most of the last hour and a half. Fuel has passed me by after going on a nice rush, but I'm still in 2nd with 4 players left.
What do you do when you're in the thick of battle and adrenaline should be coursing through your veins?
I don't know about you. Me, I doze off. In between hands. It's been a long week.
I'm tired of playing. I flip the switch back to "idiot". It takes about three hands to bust out - for a change I even go out on a hand where I'm a huge underdog. I'm the bubble boy, something like 160 or 180 hands into the tournament.
Thank goodness. Not that I'm saying I would have been around much longer anyway, but there is no way I would have made it through another hour or however long 150 hands takes.
Winning money is nice. Not fighting to stay awake may be nicer. I didn't lose even one moment of sleep regretting the bustout. It felt like victory.
Congratulations to those who won, especially the unstoppable force that is Fuel55.
image borrowed from flickr user ryanluikens