So Day 2. We started with 176 runners, already in the money.

Had a pretty good table but didn't manage to get much going. There was a crazy old Italian guy at my table who shoved the turn every hand he played. I was trying to make a hand against him but never could...had to fold TP to his very large CR one hand.

I managed to bluff off a lot of chips with K-high vs. a woman who came to the table. I was gonna give up but the river seemed to be a perfect bluffing card on 643ss Jh 2s...she tank-called with KK lol.

I chipped back up a bit, making a pretty loose squeeze/shove thanks to a good read on the opener. He was one of those guys who would tank-fold a lot, and his opens with big hands were oversized (4x/5x or even bigger lol) so when he 2.5x and got 3 callers, it seemed like a good spot.

Dealer at one table asked me if I were famous. I just LOLed and evaded the question. Why give information? It gave me a weird image though.

I got KK - my only QQ+ hand of Day 2 -- in CO with blinds at 10k/20k. There was an open to 50k and a flat; I had just under 500k, which felt awkward. Thought that 3-betting smaller would look super scary, and I could rep AK if I jammed and get a call from 99-JJ type hands. I jammed and the opener says he folded AQ.

Later at this table I busted a shorty, TT > 77. We're down to about 6 tables now and I could really feel it.

I went card dead and bled off a bit. Got moved to new table. Opened KQs and folded to 2 all-ins (AJs vs. AA). Next orbit, I opened KQs again from UTG+1. Young Swedish kid who was trying to be table captain 3-bet me from CO. With about 18 BBs I couldn't flat, and since he's a Euro I decided F him and crammed it in his eye. He snap-folded and winked at me.

That was the last pot I would win for a while. I got blinded down to 12 BBs or so. Busted a shorty with AQs > TT, then 2 shorties with JJ > 98s > AK. I was up to 3.5M or so with 2 tables left. I got 1 street of value with 88 on J43r x x.

Then I folded a couple of marginal spots that I would have won had I played, which put me on a bit of tilt. I lost a hand with 77 < TT where he flopped quads but I didn't pay him.

After a couple of orbits, they moved Scott Clements aka Big Riskyy to my table. I didn't know anything about him other than the fact he was a known pro, so I thought I could get him to fold a good hand. That didn't work out well, and as it turns out, was a bad plan against him ("Dude, he never folds" someone told me later). I ended up jamming two red 5s on Q42hhh 6s, he had flatted 62s from the BB and pretty much snap-called. I bricked 14 outs and was out.

$16K was a decent score but meh, I wanted the trophy.