Well, Rob, here is a report for the poker annals, or is that anals. I feel
like I am writing my own obituary, but someone has to do it.
I should have known that it wasn't going to be my night. Started off losing,
or should I say not having a winning hand in the first 5 or more games. Was
quickly down my initial starting stake of $10. From there I won a few hands
to keep me at least from having to dip.
At some point we got to Guts, one of my least favorite of all the games we
play and I think you know why. If not, let me help you remember. Flash back
to a warm summer night about 13 or so years ago. We were playing at Wayne's
house on Main Street. There was $15 or $20 in the pot and I figured I had a
winning hand with a 3,2. But no, someone else pulls a 3, ace to beat me. It
was only a hand or two later that I again figured I had the winning hand
with a 3, ace. But no once again. Someone pulls a 2, ace necessitating a
quick trip to the ATM.
Fast forward 13 or so years. I have forsaken my normally conservative
approach to Guts, figuring that Mark has been going in with shit in his hand
and winning because no one else is pulling anything decent. I start off
losing a relatively small hand of $3.50 or so. I then proceed to figure with
a pot around $6 or $7 that I will pull a Markie and go in with a 5,3. And
what do you think Mark pulls? A decent hand for him (relatively speaking)
with a 5,2 to beat me out ( or is that off. Monica where are you when I need
you?).
Normally with the pot getting over $10 I won't go unless I have a 3, ace or
2, ace. So what do I do? I forget my past hard earned lessons and go with a
3,2. And who but Mikie turns over a 3, ace. So much for another $13.
Then I figure there is no way that anyone is going to stay in unless they
have a 2, ace, and what are my chances of losing again? It turns out pretty
good. I start with a pair of aces dealt to me. I turn in one card a figure
maybe my luck is turning and I will pull a two, or worst case a three. I
pull another ace. Well, there I am figuring that I have seen three aces and
the chance of someone having the other ace with a two or a three are pretty
slim. I decide to stay in. There's Mikie, again, staying in with me. I don't
remember what he had, but it was good enough to beat my PAIR OF ACES. Now
that is GUTS!!! And that, boys, was Poker History being made.
Congratulations Mikie.
You add it up. I think I lost around $40 on that round of Guts and the rest
of my night was no better. As punishment for the brutal beating I took, you
are all going to be invited back for a game in Milford in December or
January.
I am off to vacation next week. See y'all in a month. Hopefully my luck will
have turned.
As Arnold Scwarzenegger would say- Asta la vista, baby.
Dwight