I was recently in Vegas, where I played some poker yet again. Despite some (in my opinion) bad luck, and the usual bad playing, I came out behind only $91. Much better than the $500 or so I was down the first day.
So when I say bad luck, I mean stuff happening like me running QJ into KJ on two separate J-high flops. It’s hard enough to flop one pair, let alone top pair. And then to run the third-highest kicker into the second-highest twice, both times being too short to let it go… well, I’m just making excuses. And then another time, one guy opened to $20, and I reraised all-in to about $80 with AQo. Everyone else folded, and the original raiser called with KQ. The flop was 543, and then the turn was an A, so I breathed a sigh of relief since I had no way of losing. But then, wouldn’t you know it, the river was a 2, so we chopped with a wheel on the board. I totally had him dominated and all.
And then at one point, the unthinkable almost happened, but I didn’t let it. I opened to $12 from middle position at a $1/3 table with AcTx, and only the button called. The flop was KcQcJc, and I bet $15 since otherwise it would look way too fishy. The button folded, and I will never know if I would’ve gotten the miraculous Tc for a royal flush.
Well, there’s always next time. I always say that. And I’ll keep saying that. Until I run out of money.