There's a silly, funny scene in one of the Austin Powers movies where Austin has infiltrated an enemy stronghold and is trying to navigate it without being discovered. For no logical reason, in the middle of a control room there's a fountain with the statute of a cherub peeing into it. When Austin runs by the fountain, he trips on the plug which powers (no pun intended) the cherub, and the plug gets pulled out of its socket. The flow of water is stopped, and Austin is in imminent danger of discovery. Thinking quickly, he hides behind the statue, unzips, and starts peeing into the fountain himself. A guard at the control booth on the other side of the room is on the phone, but eventually starts noticing that something is wrong with the fountain. Austin is able to pee for an absurdly long time, but it's inevitable that he'll finally run out.
This is all by way of trying to describe how it feels when I'm very short-stacked in a tournament, and am still a good distance away from making the money. The task in front of me? Simply to play for a number of minutes I have no realistic expectation of being able to play for.
Last night, when the field had narrowed to 16 players, of which 12 would be paid, I found myself short-stacked and in 16th place. What could I do? Metaphorically speaking, I had to unzip and start peeing :-)
style flavor buy_in entry players hands entries paid place winnings
MTT-R NLHE 43500 6500 9 157 55 12 5 889000
delta: $789,000
MTT with rebuys NLHE balance: $12,746,000
2017 balance: $13,820,325
balance: $25,238,155
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