My bad luck continues. Oh my god.

I am one of the 31 players sitting down at the $10,000 high roller Red Dragon event at Grand Waldo at Saturday. Not being an experienced live tournament player myself, this is so far the most expensive tournament I have played in. I decide to play a bit tighter, using more time to watch my rivals and read how they play before I make my next move. At least that should get myself playing a bit longer and get my money worth.

Not only me, but most of the players played much cautiously compared to the event the day before. Two hours gone by and still 20 players remaining. I am second last in stack size on my table, about the size of 9 big blinds. I got pair kings. The loose player on my table bet $500; I know I need to make my move to stay further in the competition, and I move all in. He thinks for about 30 seconds; I know he does not have pair aces. He calls.

He has queen jack offsuit. Good.

The flop is 6-5-4. Thank god I think I have doubled up. The guy stands up and prepare to put on his jacket and leave.

The turn is a 3. Wait, don’t tell me……..

The whole table erupts when the 2 landed. Split pot. The guy besides me pat on my shoulder. I am speechless.

The very next hand I got a pair again, this time pair eights. I bet $500 when the American quickly moves all in, I know I am in trouble. I have no idea whether he has a big pair, but I remember him playing some hands with only one ace, and I am hoping he gets an ace-king or ace-queen. I call.

He has pair sevens.

Nothing on the flop and the turn. You know what happens next. 7 on the river. My tournament has ended.

I shake hands with a few guys and I slowly walked away. I am feeling very bad, and I decide I do not want to play the cash games that night, nor am I interested in who will win the tournament, it is just not my day. There goes $10,000.

I need some sleep. There is always the next tournament.