out early

i knew he didn’t have it. he showed up late, sat down at the table and begged for one more round to re-buy. we allowed him one, and i knew he’d play fast. he’s done it the last few games — trying to take advantage of slower, more cautious players. he raised twice the big blind — i called. i had A-10 offsuit. the flop was 10-7-2…two diamonds. he went all in.now if it were anyone else, i might put them on a flush draw. but mike doesn’t do that. maybe he hit a set, but again, he wouldn’t play that this fast. ah hah! he’s got junk, he’s playing fast, and wants me out. i called. i was right. he turned over 8-3 offsuit. he sighed…”i didn’t want you to call.” “wow,” i though. “doubling up here would be nice. i’d be the chip leader by a LOT.” the next card was a 6. then…you guessed it…a 9. my cousin got two runners to make a straight. i was crippled and went out two hands later (by him).

it happens. came in and watched a movie with the lady, then watched some Milan soccer. before i had called him, i made sure that if i was wrong, it wouldn’t matter to me. i could find something to do. so here i am.i know you’re not supposed to admit defeat before it’s over. but it’s nice to be prepared for it.