I've lost count of the number of tourney's I've busted out of either holding it and losing, or getting all in against it and busting out.
Tonight, eventually, the shoe was on the other foot.
I limped from middle position with 5s-3s and there were no raisers. The flop came down 5c-Ad-3d, giving me two-pair.
It was checked round to me and I bet half the pot. The player behind me tanked for almost all his time before pushing all-in. I had him covered by a mere few chips, so this was for my tournament.
Almost begrudgingly I made the call, expecting to see A-3 or A-5, or even pocket Aces.
Luckily, it was A-K. There was no flush draw or straight draw possible, so only the K (or runner-runner overpair) to avoid. And I did; amazingly I'd handed out one of those insane beats that always seems to happen to A-K. I did spare a momentary thought for my opponent, imagining him ranting and raving (the way I tend to do when it happens to me).
I've been on the receiving end of this type of hand many, many times, so felt I was owed this one.
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