Live By The Hammer...
And you die by the Hammer. But what else could I do when I'm dealt 7-2 during this evening's Hammer Day tournament? I had a nice stack, over $7K, when I faced a raise whilst holding the Hammer. Fold? Fold
? NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN. I pushed in my mighty stack. Got called by AK. Felt like I was gonna hit. I felt it. In my bones, my marrow, my dingly-danglies.
Then, down to $3K, the Hammer again! A big raise in front! He's gonna be pot-stuck! He's gonna call for sure!! Fold? No one would know.
it was to hit the MAX button and push in all my chips. For the first time I knew what it was like to be part of Henry's army at Agincourt on St. Crispin's Day!
I was up against pocket 5s. Uh-oh. That hand has a name too. Presto. Bad karma. I didn't hit, and was out. I didn't outlive this hand, nor came safe home. I did not stand on tip-toe when this Hammer Day is named. I went out in 42nd place. Henry V did better than me. Crap!