A true poker bad beat tale....

By Villa777 on Oct 24, 08 10:51 AM in

God, I hate poker.

There are times in this ugly, beautiful, game when you are brought so low that you actually feel physically sick.

Suffer a really bad beat and it's like you've been kicked in the stomach by a bucking mule.
I've been playing No Limit on Pokerstars and a couple of other sites for a few years now and have made a nice little profit.

But it could have been so much more if the cruel Poker Gods had not cursed me with such cold decks.
Sometimes you KNOW you have lost a hand before you see the river. Here's a terrible case in point.

So I'm playing on the $2/$4 No Limit cash tables and things are going swell.
I've bumped my wedge up to around $350 when I'm dealt pocket 10s in mid-position.
Not a terrible hand, so I drop in a cheeky raise to $12 and see fold, fold, fold - but then the button raises to $30.

The table folds back round to me and, to be honest, I guess I'm up against AK or a bigger pocket pair.

Yet as things are going so well, I call.

What a mistake.

FLOP: 10H, 7D, 2S

Wow, I thought.

A little check/raise here and I'll be happy to take down a nice size pot.

I check.

Button bets $30.

I raise to $60... and he calls.

Damn!

Turn comes a 5C.

Now this is getting serious.

No flush on the board, no real run possibilities. Now I'm certain my poor, deluded, opponent must have an over-pair.

Time to step things up, so I bet the pot, hoping for a fold, but expecting a call.

He raises all in!

So let's recap. I have top set, with full house possibilities. I can only be up against an over-pair or, more unlikely, a smaller set.

I am so far ahead my next decision is not even worth thinking about - I call for all my money.

The pot is now worth close to $800... and I can hear a fat lady singing joyously in the background.
I'm so excited that I'm actually working out how much of my bumper winnings to cash out before tackling the next table of mugs.

Then the river card falls.

King of spades.

And I knew, just knew, that he was holding pocket kings.

He was.

He had hit one of only two cards that could have won him this huge pot.

I watched in stunned silence as a mountain of chips, my chips, moved slowly over to the flukiest fish who ever played the game.

I was down, I was out. I felt sick.

God I hate poker.

But then again, what a ride...

God I love Poker!

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