It was a Monday morning and I was home sick. I bought in at PokerStars at nine o’ clock. I took my modest $100 to the first 5-10 table I could find. Within three minutes I had doubled my money. Wow, what a start! I ended up leaving that 5-10 game with $350.
Next, I settled into a 10-20 omaha hi lo seat. This was even better. My first hand had six way action and I scooped with the nut high and nut low. I left the omaha table an hour later with $620.
By noon time I was feeling a lot better (funny how winning has that curing effect), so I went out to help a friend with some decorations. The next day was New Years Eve and I really should have been resting up so I would be fit for the celebrations, but on the way home I decided that a quick trip to my favorite card room was in order instead.
1-4-8-8 Texas Hold’em had the only open seat, so bought in for a rack. My first hand was AA. I lost that hand (cheaply), but was dealt KK the very next. This time the flop was more generous, two more kings! There were three players in and after a check around on the flop, the turn was capped by the time it reached me. Nobody could ever have possibly had a day like I was having!
As I was walking toward the front of the casino I ran into some poker buddies and bragged about what a rush I was on. They were both down, so needless to say, it was a quick conversation.
When valet brought my car around I handed him my ticket, a small tip and sped off. “No I didn’t”, I shouted out. For some reason it dawned on me that the dollar bill I had pulled out of my pocket to give to the pimply face car parker was in fact a hundred. I banged a u-ey and explained to the kid that I made a mistake and would gladly replace the hundred with a twenty. “Huh?”, he said. “What hundred?”
When I got home, I dropped my keys as I was opening the door and my dog ran clear out of the yard and into the woods. It had been raining most of the morning, so by the time I caught her and brought her back inside, I was soaking wet. I realized that my throaght was bothering me again too, so I soaked in a hot bath and drank some tea.
After my relaxing bath I thought I’d test out the lucky streak and head back to PokerStars. I joined a $30 tournament and quickly took the lead. I knew not to play too many hands early, but what can you do when you’re dealt AA three times in the first two levels? At break time I was in first place with a $3,000 lead on the guy in second.
During the five minute break I decided to run to the store for drink. The store was just around the corner, so I was confident that I would be back in time. I rush into the store, grab a Coke, pay the man, and rush back to my car. Click click click. This can’t be happening!
A nice old lady in a pickup truck pulled up and offered me a jump start. I swear I could’ve run home faster (and probably would have had it not been raining).
Just as I walk in the door, I see that tournament had already started and I had pocket aces again. BZZZZ. I timed out before I could sit down and click the raise ****on. Out of breath, cold, and wet again, I watched an ace fall on the flop and every bet get capped to the river. Two small pair dragged that one down.
Twenty minutes later I was huvering around 30th place and feeling sick again. I brewed some Thera-Flu between hands and watched my rank get worse and worse. I busted out of the tournament when my set of jacks lost to an inside straight draw.
What I really needed now was to shut off the computer and get some rest, but at the time, 10-20 hold’em sounded like a better idea.
By the time the calling station at my table had caught his third straight on the river, I was down to $120.
The Thera-Flu was starting to kick in, but I had to do something fast. Afterall, this was my lucky day! I jumped into a $100 no limit holdem tourney and as I fought to keep my eyes open, I busted out in 35th place. Did I mention that there were only 40 in the tournament? “What in the hell do they put in this Thera-Flu stuff?”
What was wrong with me? How could things go so right and then in a drop of a hat, go so wrong? I blamed the morons that I was playing with. I blamed the stupid battery in my car. I blamed the acne plagued valet attendant. I even blamed my dog for running out the door! The next morning I blamed myself.
I woke up with swolen glands and an aweful headache. I had to skip the New Year’s Eve parties, but I stayed away from poker. I was determined to use this down time to figure out exactly where I went wrong.
My first hindsight was that I should have stopped playing when things started seeming too good to be true. A lot of you may argue that point and say play on when the gettin’ is good, but too many times have I seen huge rushes turn into trips to the ATM machine (by the way, I used to laugh whenever I’d see that).
Then I figured that it can never be a good thing to play when you are feeling bad, besides, I needed the rest. Had I just stayed in bed I probably would have been out catching beads and drinking beer instead of lying on the couch watching parade highlights on TV.
Finally, I realized there might be some truth in that little expiration sticker on your car battery.
For some reason the casino en ligne francais poker gods were shining down on me that morning. I still cringe when I think about how I gave it all back on my “lucky day”…