02-14-2002, 02:28 AM
First hour or so in the game nothing much happened. Fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, raise, win a small pot, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, fold, raise, fold on the flop, fold, fold, fold, fold, fodl, fold, fold, fold, etc.
Then a rush of cards. Just like when I had my biggest night in history a few weeks back. And before you know it. . .I'm down a rack and a half.
The usual assortment of disasters. Pocket Aces bight the dust. Pocket Aces bight the dust again (to 6-5o, must be an Angelo wannabe). Flop top set and lose. A-Ks flop top two, lose. You know the drill.
Then I'm first in and raise with pocket 9s from the cut-off. Button 3-bets and I find myself thinking, "here we go again."
And then it hit me. What do you mean, you idiot, here we go again? This is a new hand. That was then, this is now. This is the first hand of the rest of your hands.
Think, focus, think. Not about what happened, about what's happening now.
Button sure raised quickly and decisively. Strong means weak, especially for this guy.
Flop is K-Q-x. Bet. Button folds, showing me pocket tens.
Free play in the big blind. Raise a bettor and a caller with kaakaa doodoo on the turn after a checked flop in an unraised pot when a second King
hits. Neither one of them can possibly have a King. Fold, fold.
Two hours later, the wife calls, need to come home pronto. Cash out $2245 for a modest $245 win. Felt like a million bucks. Or the first $245 of the million to come.
Then a rush of cards. Just like when I had my biggest night in history a few weeks back. And before you know it. . .I'm down a rack and a half.
The usual assortment of disasters. Pocket Aces bight the dust. Pocket Aces bight the dust again (to 6-5o, must be an Angelo wannabe). Flop top set and lose. A-Ks flop top two, lose. You know the drill.
Then I'm first in and raise with pocket 9s from the cut-off. Button 3-bets and I find myself thinking, "here we go again."
And then it hit me. What do you mean, you idiot, here we go again? This is a new hand. That was then, this is now. This is the first hand of the rest of your hands.
Think, focus, think. Not about what happened, about what's happening now.
Button sure raised quickly and decisively. Strong means weak, especially for this guy.
Flop is K-Q-x. Bet. Button folds, showing me pocket tens.
Free play in the big blind. Raise a bettor and a caller with kaakaa doodoo on the turn after a checked flop in an unraised pot when a second King
hits. Neither one of them can possibly have a King. Fold, fold.
Two hours later, the wife calls, need to come home pronto. Cash out $2245 for a modest $245 win. Felt like a million bucks. Or the first $245 of the million to come.