Charity Tournament

Ahhh the dreaded charity tournament. My sleeping schedule has been completely screwed up. My girlfriend works nights so I've been staying awake with her. I'm usually sleeping from like 8AM-3PM or so. Well yesterday morning I was awake at about 9:30AM, about to go to bed... When an ol' friend of mine sends me a text message. He tells me there's a tournament in Kraemer. It's a $50 buy-in. A couple of weeks ago he wanted to go play the Shorty's Wednesday tournament and we didn't go so I thought it would be nice to go with him to this thing. We used to be best friends growing up but have lost touch recently, so I took this as a good way to catch up instead of a good investment. And good thing I did because good investment it was not! Anyway, the tournament started at 3PM & registration opened @ 1PM. So needless to say I had no time to sleep. So I just stayed up and grinded it out. We watched most of the Japan v.s. Mexico Little League game and headed out to register. When I arrived I was surprised to see that a dealer and a dual rate from Harrah's New Orleans was helping put on this tournament. As I was signing up, I could take a look at the competition. And as I suspected, mostly 45-113 year old people who had absolutely no clue what they were doing. It was a charity event with "30%" of the prize pool going to a good cause. And I had to make sure I kept that in mind. At registration, there was a group of 7 older people registering. The woman signing them up asked one lady if she wanted to be at the same table as her husband in which she responded, "What do you mean be at the same table?" That's when I really realized what I was in for. There were 60+ people in the $50 tournament. You could re-buy through the first 2 hours of play. And some kinda way "add-on" but I didn't totally understand that concept because of the way the rules were written. Needless to say, the structure was terrible. You started with 3k in chips, 25/50 first level, and 20 minute levels. Well people were re-buying left and right. About the 2nd level or so, a guy gets on the mic and starts announcing the pay-outs. Now there's still about an hour and 30 minutes left of the re-buy period and they've already figured the pay-outs lol. I guess the re-buys went to charity. Well 64 people or so, countless re-buys/add-ons, and first prize was like $1200. Which wasn't so so bad because 2nd was like half that, and so forth. Hmmmm "Charity Matt, Charity." Well my hand stories were very uneventful. I didn't play many at all. My best hand was A-10. My table was awful. Nice people but clueless. I guess I've played so much in casinos and online, where there are dealers and the game is fast, I was becoming so impatient. Always telling people to post their blinds and hearing COUNTLESS & COUNTLESS, "Oh is it on me? How much is it to me? Did you call?" Not to mention "What's rabbit hunting? Why is he moving to another table? Does a straight beat a flush?, etc." Why is that young guy beating his head into the wall??? Because Ma' am, when the guy in front of you throws chips in the pot, or folds his cards, it's YOUR FUCKING TURN! The only hand I actually got involved in was K-Jo. Here's how it went down... I limped from middle position with a couple others and we see a flop of 5-J-6 rainbow. The BB leads out the minimum... a couple of people fold and I just call. The guy behind me raises to like 4 BB's or so. The table folds to the original bettor and he calls. Now here's the thing, in ANY OTHER TOURNAMENT ON GOD'S BEAUTIFUL GREEN EARTH I fold in a heartbeat. But I have NO idea what the hell these guys are doing and neither do they. I feel like I'm being re-raised with ANY Jack. The BB was a calling station and the re-raiser made a comment earlier on a board of 2-2-10-10-10 saying, " As long as he didn't have a 10, ya'll were chopping the pot." I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do? Never mind.. don't answer that, I know I'm supposed to fold... but I just know at show down it's gonna be J-7 v.s. 7-9 or something. Anyway, I check-call the flop and turn and we all check the river.... K-J for me.... J-4 for BB and 6-5 for other guy who scoops it with 2 pair. Anyway.. I lost most my chips there and the rest not long afterwards. Maybe that hand was a blessing in disguise as I was ready to swallow the dealer button in attempt to choke myself to death. I got the rest of my chips in short-stacked. 100-200 blinds.. Half the table limps and I have A-10 in the SB and stick my last 975 total in there. A couple players fold and a tight woman says call.. Oops.. Well calling station from the last hand calls also.. 3 handed to a flop of Q-Q-8... They check, check... Turn is a 9.. Check, Check.. Come on Jack!! Bam, jack on the river. Check, Check... I turn over my A-10 and declare "I have a straight".. the lady shows A-J for 2 pair. The calling station is looking at this hand sadly and says, "I've got nothing." And is about to muck as he shows his hand to his buddy on his left. His buddy then says, "HOLD ON, you have a straight." He says, "Huh?" His buddy says, "Yeah turn your hand over, you have a straight." SHIT.. chop chop I guess.... nope this guy has K-10. Now if I hadn't pointed out that he had a higher straight, there's literally a 90% chance I could have chopped the pot up. But I did the right thing and told him(and the rest of the table) he had the higher straight and he wins it all. I was somewhat glad to leave. My buddy was already knocked out and we both agreed not to re-buy or anything like that. Twice in the day when I was in the BB, the button(who was dealing because everyone deals for them self) screwed up and it should have been a misdeal but I didn't say anything. The first time he accidentally exposed the first card he dealt. That's a misdeal but he just said, "That's the first burn card." And I let him roll with that. The second time was a big fuck up lol. I'm in the BB and some kind of way I get the last card lol. Apparently he dealt to the UTG player first. And nobody says a thing lol. I left as soon as I was knocked out and visited with my mom for a little while. We watched the Lake Charles boys blow a 5 run lead in the last inning. Must be tough on those kids. Then went to my buddy's house for a little while before realizing I REALLY needed some sleep and went to my house for some well needed rest.