Eights or better, all manner of forced bets are rising vs my stack, and I wake up to Aces with a 2 showing. Stud hands card by card are boring and I also don't really remember, but I end up with Aces up and just miss drawing low. Villian's final board is 2-4-6-7. My low missed so we chop, no doubt. Villain turns over 4-4-2. $#@! me. "Welp, chitwood...I hope you're playing good...he's got bullets".
Final table for the 2nd seat starts at 2. Lemme run goot.