I lasted a whole 8 hands in today's event.  I slept in and arrived a few minutes late, missing the first 4 hands.   Yes, this is my blog, so I'll tell my bad beat story since I found it amusing.
4 hands later, I make a modest overbet reraise w QQ (to a limp/raise/call) from the BB putting in half my stack.  Limper and original raiser muck, caller tanks for a while and asks "how many chips do you have left?".  I say nothing but move my hands out of the way; my immediate neighbor comments "he has the original starting stack, he hasn't played a hand".  Caller muses for a few more seconds  "hmmm, raise, call, big reraise.  Aces or kings?" then calls.  Flop comes J high with 2 rags with 2 to the flush.
I pick up my stack and am just about to start moving it forward, Caller picks up his stack and starts moving it forward.  I think he is doing one of those fake calls to dissuade me from pushing, so I push (which I was going to do anyways).  He beats me in the pot.  I'm sick to my stomach expecting him to turn up AA or JJ.  I flip over my cards, but my hand slips and only one card turns over.  Caller immediately and cheerfully remarks "Oh, Queens are good".  T on the turn, and its over.  With poker, sudden surprised joy can last a very short period of time.
Anyway, no points earned today, so I possibly dropped out of the top 10.  4 more events to go, and the current leader is intending to miss the next 2 events.  I decided today to do a swap with another player who has only slightly less points than me.  Hopefully, at least one of us can have a few good cashes in the last few events.  I don't know why I care so much, but I certainly am emotionally invested in this.
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