I recognise one player at my starting table, Albert, an older gentleman who can most kindly be described as a passive hyperlag with occasional berserker tendencies.  I’m happy.  Today should be a good day.

1st Hand two limps and I have QTo in the HJ at 25/50 6k starting.  I limp along as does Albert on the button and we see a QT6 flop 6 way.  Check to me, 200, Albert calls as does kid on my right. turn 8 and I start to get a bad feeling.  600, Albert calls, kid folds (He later told me had KJ).

River 7.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuckity fuck.  I check Albert bets 1k after a few seconds, I sigh and throw in the money.  He tables Q9 and takes it.  Down to 4150.

Next hand, ATo, I make it 150 and Albert flats, no other customers.  Flop A54, I bet 200, Albert calls.  Turn is a sexy K.  I fire 600 and he calls after a little thought.  river Q.  Hawt.  I Bet 1500.  He shakes his head says he knows he’s beat and calls.  I table AT and open my hands to receive the pot.  He turns over ATo also.

This is suddenly not looking promising.  That chop ended up being the only chips I recieved back during my hour long stay in the tournament.

A tight predictable player open limps ep2, BB is tight solid, and Albert in SB only has 850.  I have 86o in co and 3500 ish.  It looks like a fair spot, the limper should be easy to outplay, The BB isn’t calling too light, and even if he does I should still be turning a nice profit in this spot.  Albert can’t call 25% of his stack pre and I have a nice easy ditch if he ships.

I iso to 200.  Albert calls.  Limper calls.  Flop KT6 2 clubs.  Albert ships, limper folds I snap call getting 2-1.  I’m probably slightly over a 2-1 dog versus his range.

He has A9cc and hits flush on turn and river.

A little later i’m at 1300 in the SB 50/100 KQo.  Albert limps ep2 and 2 more people limp. I ship.  Albert limped AQo.  K hi flop.  A turn.

I register for tomorrows 330 and go for an early kebab.