I Shall Never Be Defeated

I hate losing. I really do. Especially to idiots. I'll take the pain, if it means they see no gain.

Take last night for example. Gaming Club $1/$2 limit table. Buy in for $50, play for a while, lose $40 on a succession of runner-runner beatings. Bring another $50 to the table, just in case I get dealt AA next hand. Lose another $30.

Then, pocket Hiltons. Another Q on the flop. Plenty callers, the board pairs for a FH, and some cash back. Two hands later, pocket Hiltons, paired board on flop, another Q on the turn for another FH. Superb! God bless those girls. A few more good, but less noteworthy, hands follow.

I've now been playing for about four hours, for a loss of about $25. At this point I decide, I am not leaving this table until I am showing a profit.

An hour later (3a.m.) I am within sight of victory. $92 in hand, more than $10 on the table, and I'm holding top pair with a good kicker, and I'm sure I'm ahead. So I bet. One guy calls. Turn is a 5. Still sure I'm ahead. So I bet, and he calls. River is a 5. And he turns over 54o for runner-runner trips. Aaarghh.

I am shattered. But I am NOT giving up, even as another run of bad cards sees the target creeping away from me for a while. But I make it, at around 4.15a.m., and retire to bed satisfied. Having updated my spreadsheet with a $1 profit.