Suck Out the Poison
'Cause I am snake-bit, cats and kittens. I'm on a bad streak that has shaken my faith in the cosmos. I've lost 2/3 of my fundage and I can't imagine having a winning night again. I mean, seriously, I feel like I'm being fucked with by professional fuckers.
And I don't mean the people I've been playing with, who are, generally, ghastly players. Ask yourself, which is the worst play--overbetting the pot by nine times holding middle pair, or calling that bet on a board with top pair and a ten kicker? K-10 won the pot--and he then begins lecturing the other player on his terrible play. These are the swamps I slog through every day, people.
Over and over I get mercilessly cold-decked. What did I do to offend you, oh Poker Gods? Really, that set-under-set I lost--that happens. Rarely , but it happens. Having the 2nd best flush a few times, yeah, that was funny, we had some laughs. And flopping the nut straight when the other guy flopped the nut flush--and then led out with an inexplicable overbet--even that I can forgive and try to forget.
Then there are the hands I won. The quads I flopped--thanks for making me go heads-up against a guy who'd lost 95% of his stack the previous hand. And the full house I made on the turn that I thought would let me stack off the guy who flopped his king--nah. He had zilch. And the three times in a row I had the nut flush and got no action. Awesome. Here's the poker lesson for today--winning tiny pots and losing big pots is not the way to success.
Seriously, I'm kinda paranoid these days as it is (to be discussed in a forthcoming post) but I feel persecuted by the cards. What did I do to deserve this?
Sorry about this, I'm pretty miffed at running up my account to a healthy state and losing most of it to people who don't have an effing clue what they're doing. My confidence is all shook up. I doubt the sanity of the Universe. My own sanity (or lack thereof ) has never been much in doubt.