Yesterday was attempt 1 of 2 to Sattie into the main event.  It was all going my way as I was dodging huge hands, playing TAG, and winning the pots I entered.  I had chipped up to 20k from the starting 6k just as level 4 started.  I was cruising.  And then, another player cost me.  You see, he went on tilt.  He got cracked once and lost a post flop race and found himself raising 1100 of his 6400 with A,9 off.  When I made it 5k out of the small blind with JJ, he forgot (or didn’t care) that he had declared I was the tightest player at the table and pushed the rest of his stack in.  He spiked an ace on me and took me from being halfway to the average stack when the bubble burst to being just over the average stack again.  The very next hand I had JJ slapped by 3,3 quadding on me and I was just an average stack.  I hung on for two more hours in push/fold mode before I got it all in with JJ and ANOTHER player called off his whole stack with a raggin ace.  This time it was Ace, 5.  He flopped a lovely 7,5,5 on me and rubbed it in with an ace on the turn AND an ace on the river.  I was crushed to two big blinds and got a chance to more than quadruple up with Q,8 vs. AK and TT but couldn’t manage to win it and busted once again on the first instance I was all-in, called, and covered.  That really was it for me.  That was the one.  Until that ace speared me, I had made two huge folds correctly and dodged two other big time bullets by playing tight and smart.

I am now left with one final attempt.  Today.  1 pm.  All I ask is for one time this entire summer, I play a tournament in which I don’t get coolered or bad beated.  That’s all I ask.