Murphy's Law states that, 'Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.' Well smack my ass and call me Murphy, as that's exactly whats been happening to me at the cyber felt in the last few days............
I really didn't think my luck could get much worse, but I was wrong, very, very wrong. Every time I pick up a nice starting hand, my initial feeling of happiness is immediately replaced by an immense fear, as I know that some Fish, somehow, will manage to find some runner runner way of breaking my bad boy.
Therefore, when I'm dealt the Weapons of Mass destruction in the small blind, on the bubble might I add, in my 6 dollar SnG, and the short stacked button makes a raise, any ordinary poker player's eyes would light up like a Christmas Tree. But me, I'm a little more sceptical, sceptical that the Party Poker Gods/Riggers have other ideas.........
Anyway I check raise the button all in on a relatively safe flop only for this to happen!!!! And to think I was half tempted to slow roll this piece of sushi into oblivion and torture him with my spiel, giving him some vain hope that I was about to lay my bullets. But NOOOOOO!!!! God Damn Lucky Son of a Mother Fuc.............Where was I?? Oh yes, the lovely fellow managed to make a backdoor straight :-).
Anyone would think that with my huge stack there was no way I was going to bubble, that I was going to comfortably take first, or at the very least, second. Alas, cue some 60-40's that don't go my way, and yet more suckouts, meant I finished in third, putting me on the verge of TILT.
However, being the professional I am, I composed myself and sat down, with some trepidation, at another Sit and Go Table.............
This time I was determined, and picking up very little hands, I managed to hang on and secure a Heads Up confrontation with Tidus 163. I was short stacked and in some trouble when, low and behold, what should I wake up with?? Only Pocket Aces. Woooot wooot!!! I was momentarily dizzy with joy when a feeling of Deja Vu came over me.
Surely it couldn't happen again, surely my hand could hold up one time. I believed so, limping in the small blind to trap. I reel the Fishy in good when he pushes and I insta call with my Bullets. I breathe a sigh of relief when he shows Ace 9 off suit. The flop is 10 3 2 with two diamonds. I quickly scan seeing that he is diamondless and I'm about to congratulate myself with a pat on the back. Hell, I might even crack open a bottle of Diet Coke to celebrate. Then the turn card brings a nine. Ut oh...........
I try and think of any card for the river to bring except a nine. PLEASE GOD. Any card but a nine. So what am I thinking of?? Of course I'm thinking of a nine, a BIG FAT MAHOOSIVE NINE. 12 other cards to choose from and its all I can think of!!! Then the river comes.............
I would like to say I handled myself in a cool, calm and collected manner. But of course the reality was very different. If this was a live game I definitely would have given him more than the evil eye. I was $$$teaming and almost threw the laptop out of the window. Needless to say that was as much as I could handle and have not ventured back to the tables since. Maybe after this entry I will........... And if I get dealt Pocket Rockets I am not even thinking twice, they are going straight in the muck, not even tempted to play them, no chance on God's Green Earth.............. Then again........... ;-).
Quote of the Day - "Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life." (Brooke Shields).
Player of the Day - Phil Hellmuth (Who else)?
Song of the Day - Misread - Kings of Convenience
Poker Roll - $72
