@#!$%^%#

Now I remember why I hate tournaments. The finality of a misstep.

Got to the final table in a 36 man. Tough sledding - the player to my right had a big stack. He kept minraising, minraising, minraising. Couldn't fight him. He minraised and then had odds to call a shortstack shove - QTs. Confirmed what I already knew.

For the 185th time, he minraised my blind. I had A4 and enough chips to force a fold. I shoved.

Installcall with pocket eights. Buh-bye to me in 9th place. Two hours of work in the shitter.

The tilt is strong with this one.