Bad Beats
Man, sometimes you just can't win for losing.
The weekend started off on a good note as my friends were resuming the (pretty much) weekly house poker game. I love playing poker. Not so much for winning money - although I do love that - but moreso for the ritual of it. I love sitting at the table, the felt, having a drink, the chips and trying (unsuccessfully) to shuffle them with one hand. I love the feel of playing poker and the game itself. So I was excited we were starting the games back up.
But damn if I didn't have the worst luck I've had in awhile. I did make an amazing laydown as I had pocket Aces and there was a straight possibility on the table. I made a strong bet which was called immediately by the person to my left. He had the straight. So after much thought and studying his face, I folded. I was right to do so as he DID have the straight. So I was proud of myself for playing so disciplined. But that luck of having good cards and still getting beat followed me all night. I had some strong pocket pairs (the two cards you start with in Hold Em) and they were still getting beat, no matter how strong I bet.
The final straw came when, in the cash game following the tournament, I had pocket Queens. The flop came 3, 7, 10. There was already 5 dollars or so in the pot and the guy still in with me bet 3 more. So, sick of having my pairs cracked all night, I made a big raise of ALL IN with about 18 dollars. I figured it was such a big bet that he would fold, as there was nothing that came on the flop that would beat me. And if he stayed in it was going to be costly. So, of course he called..we flip our cards and he has Jack-ten. So he has a pair of tens and two cards to go.
On the river, he gets a Jack.
And that's poker.
The weekend ended on a good note though. My friend Mike and his wife Linda had a big BBQ yesterday and that was a lot of fun. Good drink, good food and a lot of laughs. Thank God for my sake, no one brought out cards and chips.
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