So,

back from dinner break, 503 players are left from the 1,037 who played in day 2a.

The blinds were now $1,000-2,000 with a $300 ante, I am sitting with 66,300.

We are less than one round of hands into the forth level of the day. An Argentinian guy in 3rd seat from the BB raises to 6,000. I look down on Jd 10d and decide this would be an excellent call as my Latin friend has been one of my victims post flop a number of times. The button folds, the SB (Alex Melnikow, the bully) calls, the BB folds.

Flop comes Q98 rainbow (SWEEEEEETTTTTT!!!), I flopped the nut straight, now it is all about milking it. check, I bet 10,000 into the $22,700 pot to see where I stand and hopefully get Melnikow to make a move. He just calls, Argentina folds. The turn brings a 6. Melnikow checks. I see no danger and no reason to show strength so I check. Another nine comes on the river, and Melnikow immediately announces all-in. I instantly call expecting to see his two pair or trip nines, but he flips over 96 for a runner-runner full house.

Is anybody else sick out there? Let's all puke together now!