I didn't feel like doing much this weekend so I played a fair amount of poker. Lord only knows why.
As I am short on dollars to dish out I will spare you most bad beat stories. I have found myself wondering, though, how it is possible to run this bad. I lose to a dazzling array of rivered two outers, four outers, you name it. It's just disgusting. Sure I play bad sometimes but it's the brutalizations after I get big chunks of money in good that stick and sting.
Alright. One.
Right at the end of my session last night I had snared an idiot perfectly, holding the nut flush on the turn. His action could not have screamed "I HAS A BIG POCKET PAIR" any louder. Donktard wasn't getting away from it. The board was paired but I had a dead perfect read. A king hit the river and I said out loud (to nobody, obviously) "when he has KK I'm gonna be mad."
Sure enough, the crumbs left in the villain's stack go in, I make the crying call and am shown king f&*(ing king.
I mad.
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