Event had started off well for me. I was playing strong, being aggressive, and dominating the table early. However, some players started to grow tired of a girl pushing them around and proceeded to put me in my place. By the third break the theme of the day was to double up the short stacks, so I was left with two moves: Ship it or fold.
I sat for a few levels not being able to pick up a good spot. Tables were starting to break down, and the two new guys to my right were raising a lot in front of me. Since I wasn’t picking anything up I was forced to fold. A young pro sat down to my left, and I could tell my the smell of tequila that it was going to be a long night if I had any plans on staying in the tournament. I was right, he was a nonstop talker and just loved the ring of his own voice. It didn’t matter if I was in a hand or not, he was talking and asking me questions about some kind of nonsense. At this point, coffee wasn’t helping my lack of sleep and this guy was swiftly wearing out his welcome.
Instead of letting him put me on tilt I muscled up a cordial face and pretended to be interested in what he was talking about. In actuality, I was so tired that it was taking all of my energy to stay focused on the table that everything he said went in one ear and out the other. It was time to start ordering the Bailey’s and coffee. Both myself and my chatty partner were in dire need of a double up. Everyone had folded to us in the blinds and I looked down at J 3 offsuit. “I’m all in.” He checked his cards and rambled something about him having a good hand to call with. “I don’t think you’d bluff me. I fold,” he said showing the ace of spades. My decision to deal with his incessant talking paid off. The blinds and antes were a significant addition to my chip stack.
With the blinds and antes going up to 400/800 I was left with eight bets. I wasn’t picking up any cards, so I was just looking for good spots to push in. There weren’t any good opportunities to push, but when I was in the small blind I picked up a good spot. The UTG+1 player raised to 2,600 with five callers behind. I looked down at K 4 off, and decided that with only 5,600 left it was time to get lucky. I went all in. The original raiser was the only caller with A J. The board came out A K 6 7 4. The pot was substantial and gave me enough to start playing again. This was the momentum I needed to stay in the game.