Draining The Reservoir of Luck
I got busted out of the Monty Memorial 60th out of 77. Being exhausted and moderately drunk didn't help matters. No, I wasn't drunk, just had a few at our volleyball picnic. I played appalling poker. I won one hand, a big one--I had pocket 7s and flopped quads. I managed to get dankhank to go all in with his pocket aces and increased my chip stack to over $2400. I then proceeded to piss it all away with limps that got re-raised and absurd bets. I had A5, flopped an ace, bet, and when I was re-raised had to fold. I managed to lose about $1000 without getting past the flop before I made what can only be called a totally stupid play. I had 6-5 in the big blind, the flop came J-8-5, and I check-raised dankhank all in. Sure enough, he had AJ and knocked me out, gettin revenge for my quads cracking his aces.
I played like garbage, and I'm mad at myself. But I have the excuse that I played some poker with my buddies at the lake this weekend and won just about every game we played. I had absurd luck, though I played a few good hands as well. Of course a writeup is on the way, but I have to lick my wounds from tonight first. It was a long goddam weekend, and this just made it a bit longer, a bit darker.