Out and off to London

I am on a flight to London to play in the Full Tilt Poker Million as I write this. It is an invitational 72 man tournament, with a mostly 6 handed shootout format, with a $20k buy-in. It is televised in Europe but I am not sure about the US.

Sadly I am available for this due to my early exit from the main event. I started off well, ending day one with well above average chips. On the second level of day two, however I made a very bad decision by playing a big pot with pocket aces (against a flopped set) that drug me down to below average. It wasn’t so much the chips I lost in that pot that bothered me about my play of the hand, but the lost value of having a big stack early in a very soft field. I used metaphor of being at war, I didn’t risk my life in that pot but I did lose my weapon, and never acquired another. I dodged bullets for another day and a half without being able to fire back and eventually lost a race with AK vs. 88 middle of day three.
Overall I can’t complain about my WSOP too much, due to a second place finish in a $1500 PLO8 event that put me well into the black since I only I only entered one other $10k besides the main and only 2 $5k events.
Of course I am happy about the cash, but I will say that that second place finish saw me leaving the table in total shock, as I had run a 2-1 advantage at the start of heads up against Brandon Cantu into a 7-1 lead, before the deck just went %100 bad for me and Brandon caught whatever he needed. I can actually say for the first time in my life I understand how Phil Helmuth feals when falls on the floor and won’t get up.