For most of the tournament I’ve been drawing dead. The few speculative hands that I had would either miss the flop completely or I’d get crushed between the Rock to my left or the maniac to my right.
I keep telling myself that sometimes folding is an aggressive act denying my opponent more chips. With less than half of my starting stack in front of me in the blinds climbing, I realized that with only five or six big blinds left I needed to make a stand and hope it holds.
Folding 3 and 9 off early position, the button move. I pretty much resolved in my mind any marginal hand under the gun is going to be the bluff move for the pot steal and try to reset the table momentum .
I wake up in bed with two Queens. Right now they’re looking pretty good they seem like flop magnets for kings and his straight man the ace. I push half my stack in. The maniac calls. The two mid players you are also understand moves all In one after the other. I have them slightly covered their action is over. The Rock to my right…moves all in quickly. He will predictably have Ace, kings, ace kings or ace queens suited. The one likely it is still possible he’s holding the other queens and maybe even jacks. He has the table chip leader right now thanks to half the table feeding him with weak c-bets that he just popped over the top of and stripping midsize pots one after the other.
He might have the best pocket pair here and I can be completely dominated but he also can afford to isolate the rest of the table action. Still he must realize that with half my pot in and all the action I’m committed regardless of my holding. I am sure he’s counting on it.
I go all in. The maniac folds. I love it when I flop quad queens. 
