Sure, I’ve been eating with a fork again…nah, just kidding! If I can’t get it into my mouth with my fingers, I don’t eat. That’s a just kidding also. Poker is kinda frustrating. I watch beats hit other people continuously and I’ve gotten to a frame of mind that has helped me slip past most of my own ugly irritations with someone snapping me off. I still swear, but not all the time and not as much. It’s been a seriously frustrating few days of poker. I’ve made the money twice – not enough to make up for anything – and I’m still running like a dead nag heading for the soap factory.
The bad card runs from hell that keep me folding for hours does lend to a bit of insanity as I wonder if there are as many Kings in the deck as there are deuces, well hell yes, K-2 has plagued me quite a bit as of late. Card patterns are insane to me, and I don’t give a craps damn about anyone else’s opinion on it because I’ve argued it with other people before that think cards don’t run in patterns. If they don’t, how did I pick up pocket fives about 20 times today – five times in the first 32 minutes of a tournament. BTW, I won one small pot with them because I bet when everyone else checked. I called a min bet with them each time except once, and managed to get busted on them once.
Trying not to focus on beats, I’m still struggling with this hand: I had Q-J Spades, the flop was 9-8 of Spades with a small card. I bet 400, got check/called. The turn was the 4 of Spades. I bet almost 800, got check/called. The River brought another Spade. I checked behind the checker who showed A-K with the King of Spades. I can’t figure that call all the way down but that’s probably why I don’t win tournaments.
The hand I busted out on the last tournament tonight is one of those ones that you just know once the lip service starts from a player and the way the flop comes, they are going to make that gutshot straight. I looked at 10-10 with the blinds at 200-400 and I was UTG. I raised to 1,200. The BB went into an idiot dialogue just before going all-in, that I was ‘a boy’ trying to push them around and they wondered how I would like their big pair, they pushed. I called and they had me covered by a small amount, I had somewhere around 2,800. They had 8’s. The flop was 5-7-9, blank on the turn and a six on the river. Kind of makes me want to puke just thinking about it. Then the chat lit up with something about a good turn of luck, blah, blah, blah. I couldn’t help but respond that I wasn’t a boy and their big pair was good. They/he/she/it in turn responded that she was ‘a girl and you tried to take me for a twirl’. Yah, Baby, I’d like to give her a hoe handle to twirl on.
Ahhh…well…poker is what it is. I liken it to a marriage of sorts. You figure that one out.
It’s late, my brain is bruised. G’nite.