Donkeys. Muppets. Morons. Fish.
Call them what you will. We should love them but sometimes, despite our better judgement, we just can't help but hate them.
Last night I lost some of the most ridiculous hands. I got kings, and lost; queens, and lost; kings (again), and lost.
Every time, I raised pre-flop. Every time, I bet the flop. Every time, I got sucked out on.
Donkeys. Muppets. Morons. Fish. I LOVE them!!
Two hours, $448 profit. Despite all of the above, the Poker Tracker stats stayed green, as a succession of imbeciles queued up to donate to the Div Vegas Fund.
I'm torn to pick a favourite hand of the night between the guy who decided to call a pre-flop raise with 97 and bet every street from a 755 flop - moving all-in on the river - when I was holding 55 (Quads bitches!), and the guy who played K3 on a KK2 flop like it was the mortal nuts. I had 22.
One of those nights when poker really is as much fun as it should always be.
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