Don't mind me, I just suck a lot...

Hello all and welcome back to my blog. As far as this blog goes, why don't we call it X's BITCHFEST. That's pretty much what it's going to be anyways, so why beat around the bush? I mean, I know I'm unlucky and all, but does it have happen every week? Ok let me explain...

Yesterday all during work, I was so amped to play. I had poker on my mind, and I simply couldn't freakin' wait 'til the cards started to fly. I was ready to play well and make some final tables. Not to mention get some much needed points to distance myself from 25th place which is creeping up on me slowly but surely.

Anyways, I was filled with adrenaline when the first hand started. I had Ac - 6c, and I had limped in. Both Jack and Mark were in the hand as we went to the flop. The flop came up 4d - 4c - 6s. Jack checked to me and having top two pair with best kicker, I bet $120. Mark called and so did Jack. I was perplexed by their calls, but I still felt good about my hand at that point in time. The turn came up 10c. I now had the nut flush draw as well, but fearing someone else had a four, I checked along with Jack. Mark bet out $200, and I put him on A - K or A - Q, but I know the way he plays and he would've raised either of those hands preflop. I thought for a minute and called, needing another club for the nut flush or another six for a full boat. The river came up 10d, pairing the board again. The board was now 4d - 4c - 6s - 10c - 10d. Jack checked as well as I, Mark bet $250. Jack folded and it was up to me. I ran through the hand in my head. Would Mark have called me with a 10 off the flop? Was he slow playing a set off the flop? Was he full of crap and took my checking as being weak? EIther way, I thought my hand was no good and I ended up folding. Mark turned over pocket 4's after I mucked. He flopped quads and I bet into him! F--- me! At that point I knew my night would be rough. After that hand, I was up and down for the rest of the game. I had a big hand with John in which I lost half my stack to him when he flopped a full house. The final hand of the first game for me was rough as well. I had pocket 10's preflop and being shortstacked and in good position, I went all in. Jack who had raised under the gun called me with pocket K's. Nothing hit for me and I was out in 18th place.

The second game is where I damn near lost it. I normally vent for a few minutes, take a walk and cool off, but this time I couldn't hold back. I felt bad a little while after, but at the time it happened, it needed to be said. Here is what happened...

I was in the small blind for $20. The blinds were $20 - $40. I had pocket J's and ther was only one caller. I raised it to $200 and was immediately called by this new guy named Dave. The other caller ended up folding. Now, I hadn't played that much with Dave, but what I had seen from him wasn't very impressive. Like most newbie's, he over-values face cards and will pretty much call anything preflop. After he called I knew I was in pretty good shape. The flop came up 6s - 7d - 9s. It wasn't that scary of a flop unless the guy called me with 10 -8 or pocket 6's, 7's or 9's, possible, but not likely. The pot had about $440 in it, so I bet a little over half the pot. The bet was $250 and Dave called. The turn came up an 8s. Seeing a possible straight and flush out there I checked and so did Dave. The river was the 8h. I checked again and so did Dave. I show my two pair Jacks up and he shows his Q 10 of clubs. He hit the straight on the turn. I sat there for a minute in total shock. Other players at the table asked Dave why he was in the hand. He said he was pot committed. I finally snapped and said bulls--t. I took all of his pot odds away after the flop and he still made that call. I said a few other choice words and put my headphones on. I know I handled that beat less than stellar, but c'mon, I did everything right to protect my hand and still got beaten by junk. A few of the other players at the table couldn't believe it either. It was just flat out a horrible call. I guess I got to chalk it up to his inexperience, but that was a tough pill to swallow. I lost about half my stack on that hand and was on tilt for the rest of the game, which wasn't long for me. The last hand I had Jh - 10h and I was in the big blind for $100. Marty had raised it to $300, and I made a loose call. It was a hand that I usually like to see a flop with and they were suited as well. Dave called the raise as well, what a shock. It was three handed going to the flop. The flop came 7d - Js - 10d. Marty made a continuation bet of $300 and I went all in for $1020. Dave called my bet of $1020, which I completely didn't expect. Now Marty was getting good odds to call. There was $3240 in the pot and Marty was getting 3 to 1 on his money, so Marty called as well. The turn came up Ac, and the river was a 3h. I flipped up my two pair, Dave mucked so who knows what the hell he had, and Marty flipped over pocket A's giving him the winning hand with a set of A's. If only Dave hadn't called. I would've won the pot because marty would have laid his hand down. After that, I took a walk to cool of. I knew I played the best I could've played, but that still didn't make me feel any better. After the game, Paul came up to me and said that Dave had no business in the hand he beat me, and he also told me that Dave had done the same to him on the final table. That made me feel a little better.

All in all, my night pretty much sucked as much as it possibly could have. Suck outs, bad beats, quads, and an awful call ruined my night. I am still furious about the hand with Dave, but I'll get over it eventually. I am planning on attending Jim's next week so hopefully I can get the bad taste out of my mouth from last night. I'll post my results from that next Saturday. Until next time, later.

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