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01.05.05

I played an extremely lame home game at B_'s tonight. Running a fever, I never should have been there. I felt a little badly because B_ mentioned he might cancel the game and whether I show up or not,  always wanting the option of playing available to me, I committed myself. Huge mistake.

 I must have been dealt Q/junk about a dozen times leading me into a superstitious call on the last hand of the evening. Prior to that, I was pretty happy about a fold I made to J_. I held Q/junk and somewhere between the flop, turn and river, there was a Q and a couple fours out there. I put him on trips and folded. I was right and saved myself a fair chunk. This was after I slow-played a full house to his pocket aces.

Anyway, last hand. I was dealt pocket sisters in middle position and  called. The rest called or folded.

The flop hit 7/7/junk.  A_II bet about $3.00, which was considerably low, so I raised him $5.00. I hadn't really gotten into a hand with him all night as I hadn't played with him before this evening. I was making my move.

Not paying attention at all, the rest folded until P_ called me, and raised something along the lines of $15. Ordinarily, with such a bet, I would have placed him on chasing a flush or a straight, but because I wasn't paying attention to him,  had a fever, was thinking about A_II, and IGNORED THE CARDS ON THE BOARD, I was baffled as to what to do.

A_II had smartly folded after our action and it was up to me to complete the bet as I couldn't raise. I only had about $8 left.

Boy did I deliberate.

We joked with C_ about what Mahowny would do. I even asked B_ what I should do. B_ responded with, "Think about what just went down. You'll know what to do."

I knew then I was fucked. I was feverish and a little drunk on two beers and no dinner. I had no idea what was happening.

I put P_ on A/7 suited and called him anyway simply because it was the last hand of the evening and I wanted to get out of there.

Guess what he had?

A/7 off suit. Same difference.

Why couldn't I just fold and leave the game with $8?

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Addendum: At some point, once I receive consent to use real names and/or a pseudonym, I'll post player profiles of those who play in my home games for clarification. It's a fairly regular crowd and it's been fascinating to me to watch them grow and improve at the game (especially T_!). You might enjoy it too. Then again, you might also enjoy sticking pins in your eyes. Whatever floats your boat. 


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