I played at Daytona on Friday night, and it was one of my longest sessions in quite a while. It was one of those nights where I went into the hole right off the bat getting AA cracked, then just couldn't get a foothold to dig myself out.
I got down to about 50bb, flopped the nut straight multiway with black SCs, and made a fold that I'm still not sure about when a third diamond hit the turn and there was action before me. Down to 30bb, the next hand I 3-bet 1/3 of my stack with AQ from BTN, get one call, and he donks small on a Q98r flop. I shove, he snaps with JTo. NH GG rebuy 100bb.
I start to get my feet under me on BI #2, winning a few pots and getting up to 140bb. Then I lose a big one with 8T multiway: flop 67x one heart, checks to me, I try to steal and get a call from a shorter stack. Turn completes my GS with 9
, I overbet the pot and shorty snaps. River 10
, shorty shoves for less than half pot and I call, expecting to chop with another eight. He tables 8
J
and I'm down to 50bb.
As the night went on, the table got shorter and everyone started getting tired, suffering decision fatigue and tilt. I was tired too, but I've gotten a lot better at adjusting in these situations. Over the last three hours I tightened up, got full value out of two big hands (flopped set and flopped nut flush), took a few smaller pots with one pair hands and a few more with air and selective aggression, and managed to finally pull myself out of the hole.
The table broke at 7:30am Saturday. I'd played for twelve hours at the same table, was stuck for the first ten hours, and cashed out +46bb. I then went home and slept until 1pm - gotta love Mrs. S and the Schmenderlings for letting me get by with that one.