So I returned for Day 2 of the short-handed event with a spring in my step, knowing I was going to be gambling early due to my less than impressive 10 big blinds and a running ante. My position worsened before I even played a hand because the blinds went from 800/1.6k to 1.2k/2.4k, not 1k/2k as I had been anticipating, doh! So I manage to move all in with A-rag suited before the big blind hits and that buys me a little time to pick a spot. Next big blind, Robert Williamson completes the small and I take the plunge with 8-2 (eek), but he passes with no drama. I wouldn't have done this against a deeper stacked player, but it was virtually his tournament life on the line to make the call.
On my next big blind is when I get some breathing room. Captain Tom Franklin limps on the button and Robert Williamson completes the small blind, I check my option with K-T. Almost pushed but didn't know what to make of the button limp and he was the overall chip leader in the tournament. The flop comes Ten high, Williamson checks, I bet and Franklin calls. I have no other option other than to move in on the turn regardless of what comes, unless it's a Ten, then I might check. But a low card falls and Captain Tom mucks, phew. This propelled me to the dizzy heights of 40k and gave me room to manoeuvre, a little...
