When Jim McManus set out for Vegas to cover the WSOP, made the final table, then busted out, he wrote that he felt like he'd taken 5th out of 6th place instead of fifth out of several hundred. I sympathized with him, but never felt any real empathy.
Until tonight...er...this morning.
While working on a writing project Sunday night, I decided to enter Empire's $25,000 tourney. The buy-in was $100+$10. That's usually a little steep for me to buy into a multi, but the overlay on the guarantee was too good.
One hundred fifty-six players bought into the limit hold'em tourney. Top prize was $6750. Top 20 paid.
Four hours later, I found myself sitting at the final table.
Here's a not-so-surprising revelation: One mistake at the final table--even in a limit tourney--can kill you.
I placed 9th for $750.
That's the most I've ever won at one time, so I should feel good.
But I don't.
How about that?