Intermission
The flop was 6 4 6, all red. I couldn't remember my hole cards for the life of me, but it didn't matter... I had gotten in free on the BB, and I knew I could outplay this guy. I bet about two thirds the pot, hoping he'd believe I'd lucked into the trips.
There was an alarm sounding somewhere. One of those really annoying alarms that you always hear in the casino when some idiot decides to duck out an emergency exit. I knew they'd be announcing that everything was Ok in a minute or two, but for right now it was really messing with my concentration, and suddenly the action was on me again, but I wasn't sure why... he must have raised. I figured I should probably check my hole cards now.
That's when I realized I'd made a huge mistake...
The flop was 6 4 7, all red. I had seen it wrong the first time, and now I was trying desperately to get a read on my opponent, wondering if he had the straight or maybe a flush, but damn if that alarm wasn't screwing up my concentration. When the hell was somebody going to turn it off?
I glanced at the flop again. It was 6 4 8, all red.
I grudgingly sat up, turned off the alarm, and started getting ready for work. In the shower I was cursing myself for playing last night. Of course I posted big losses, I'd been overdoing it again, and should have realized it before the usual dreams started kicking in. The big wins this past weekend fueled my fire, and it was all I could do to stay under 90mph on the way home from work each night, to get online and play some more, generally until too late of an hour.
So that's it. No poker for awhile. I'm on intermission. I need to do some house cleaning, catch up on a few episodes of "Lost", wash some dishes, and get some good, deep sleep.
Seriously, 'cause I got my regular Friday morning tourney tomorrow.
-Tommy
There was an alarm sounding somewhere. One of those really annoying alarms that you always hear in the casino when some idiot decides to duck out an emergency exit. I knew they'd be announcing that everything was Ok in a minute or two, but for right now it was really messing with my concentration, and suddenly the action was on me again, but I wasn't sure why... he must have raised. I figured I should probably check my hole cards now.
That's when I realized I'd made a huge mistake...
The flop was 6 4 7, all red. I had seen it wrong the first time, and now I was trying desperately to get a read on my opponent, wondering if he had the straight or maybe a flush, but damn if that alarm wasn't screwing up my concentration. When the hell was somebody going to turn it off?
I glanced at the flop again. It was 6 4 8, all red.
I grudgingly sat up, turned off the alarm, and started getting ready for work. In the shower I was cursing myself for playing last night. Of course I posted big losses, I'd been overdoing it again, and should have realized it before the usual dreams started kicking in. The big wins this past weekend fueled my fire, and it was all I could do to stay under 90mph on the way home from work each night, to get online and play some more, generally until too late of an hour.
So that's it. No poker for awhile. I'm on intermission. I need to do some house cleaning, catch up on a few episodes of "Lost", wash some dishes, and get some good, deep sleep.
Seriously, 'cause I got my regular Friday morning tourney tomorrow.
-Tommy
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