I love to play poker. I play almost every day, often for hours at a time. I’m amazed sometimes at how much good it does me to get away from the tables for a while. Especially if I’m having a bad run of cards or experiencing bad beats (remember drunkards, nobody gives a damn about your bad beats).
Do you ever notice that your aces get cracked by some knucklehead who calls your gigantic pre-flop or post-flop raise with his K 9 suited, only to draw out to a flush, usually on the river.
I recall a time when I busted out of a weekly tournament two times in a row when I went all-in preflop with pocket Kings and then the third week I busted out of the same tournament when I went all in post-flop with pocket aces. The villanous caller had pocket 7 7 and hit a trips on the turn card. It happens to all of us from time to time.
