In a second tourney, I was approaching Stupidtown Station, having only about ten big blinds. I just got queens, pushed all in, and everybody folds. Then I get aces on the next hand and push all-in again. I must be crazy right? Of course I get a caller, eights, and I more than double up. Now I’m in third place.
Tournament poker is like living in a pizza oven. If you can just stay alive for long enough, eventually you’ll catch fire.
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