| Current mood: |  crushed |
| Current music: | the dustbrothers - fight club soundtrack |
...and i have strep too.
I’ve only got $1200 left which means I’m down $1300—I know I need to make a move soon or I’ll be short-stacked the rest of the game and have to bow out like a ballerina after a less than mediocre recital. Here come the cards…
First, he deals me an ace of diamonds. Eagerly I’ve been awaiting a high-card since I’ve been getting cold cards all morning. The next one comes—ace of clubs. Here it is the prime hand of poker, pocket aces. The flop comes and I can hardly contain myself as it lands an ace of spades, two of diamonds and two of hearts. There it is the nut-flush off the flop. This is the best hand I’ve gotten all morning and a very tough one for my opponents to contend with. I get jittery as I think of how to bait my opposition along. He bets out strong because he has a two in his hand (It’s easy to think you’ve got the world on a string when you’ve got three of a kind and there’s no hope for a flush or straight anywhere in sight). I decide to play his game and call it, but as he’s probably thinking, “I’ve got this sucker in the bag”—I re-raise him $500. He hesitates for a while, but I let him take his time. Most likely thinking, “What can he have that’s better than mine?” he goes all-in—the trap is set and he’s caught in the thick of it. He goes all-in and I quickly call without hesitation. Here comes the turn card—a jack of diamonds—no help to either of us. I know I’ve got it made and I’ll triple up with the winnings on this one. Only one card of the entire 45 left will help him—he’s mine. Here comes the river—two of clubs. My heart skips a beat, my eyes widen… did I see that correctly? I watch as the chips move toward his hands, my mind scatters. The one card of all of them to beat me—he got it. Up until the end, he was beaten. I lose all of my money and get to watch him gloat and be congratulated on the “great hand” he pulled. I’ve got nothing but time to think about what went wrong and I realize that luck is never on my side. Although only a story of online poker, this perfectly metaphors my life so often that it could drive me insane. I’m that guy—the guy who for some reason after having nothing but crap “cards” dealt to him seems to get something. He gets something great, and thinks everything is wonderful for a moment, but then the world crashes around him and nothing but “what could have been” is left. I’m that guy. The guy who can’t even win even when he has the best cards.
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