Why I Love Poker
So I'm 2-tabling last night, and the same guy is at both my tables. Within five minutes, the following occurs:
He has pocket fives, the flop comes 5-4-4. It's capped four ways. The turn is 3c. Capped three ways. River is the 2c. The final two cap it, and the other guy turns over Ac-4c for the runner-runner straight flush.
Like three hands later, at the other table, same dude has aces. Capped preflop. Flop is rags, capped three ways, including the table's resident frothing maniac. Turn is a king, one guy folds, the other two three-bet it. River is a king, just a bet and a call, and the maniac turns over K-5. Didn't hit a five on the flop. Goes all that way pre- and post-flop with K-5. Barf.
Gotta give the guy credit. He didn't flip out. He just uttered a brief "I can't believe this is happening" and kept on playing. Long enough to run his 2nd nut flush into my nut flush. "This isn't your night" I wrote. "No it isn't," he replied. Gotta give him credit.
Just got knocked out of a SNG in 3rd spot. Me and the shortstack are $100 apart, he pushes in the SB, I call with pocket eights. He has A-8. He's already said "gg" and "gl" when the ace hits on the river. "Omg," he said. "Sorry," he said. I handled it with my usual aplomb. "That sucked". And thence the weeping.
Can't speak for the guy who lost those two brutal hands, but even after that damned ace I still think Bill Frist et al are full of shit. Still wish that ace hadn't hit, though.