Well as they say in the barber shop… “NEXT!”

The 500 is done for me but I lost “good” in a blaze of glory, making the RIGHT move and getting the WRONG result – which is not as good as making the RIGHT move and getting the RIGHT result but it’s twice as good as making the WRONG move and getting the WRONG result but it’s still not as good as… Oh, who really gives a shit, I lost.

I moved all in with bottom pair and a flush draw in an unraised pot expecting not to get called but knowing that even if I did I’d have plenty of outs. I did get called by an unlikely two pair but as I had figured, I still had 12 outs with two cards to come, which gives me a hell of a shot. Needless to say, no help came. Listen, in poker, if you want to make an omlette, you gotta break some eggs. I’m not sure how – or even if – that analogy applies here, but I think I feel like an omlette now.

What can you do? It’s been another great experience, and I can take that experience to the bank. They’ll laugh, but I can take it there if I want to.

Leaving the tournament area tonight I passed Gus Hansen (who’d recently busted out) talking to himself. I mean literally carrying on a conversation with himself, and neither one of his “selfs” were being particularly pleasant. Don’t know why but it made me feel better. It shouldn’t have, but somehow it did. It’s not like I get off on somebody else’s misery or anything… it’s more like… nah, I kinda got off on his misery. Not very Bhuddist-like , but there ya go, I’m nothing if not honest.

I’m going to go and enjoy Monaco now. I may play in a few “sit n goes” but I won’t bore you with the details.

Gonna hit the hay now.