What Does An Ace Look Like?

Sometimes the poker gods really do seem out to get me. I've had a bad few days, nothing going right.

The latest example was a tourney. Dreadful cards, the one time I had good ones another player had better. I was left short stacked but managed to hang on for a while.

Eventually I was down to about three big blinds and badly needed some luck. On the small blind I was dealt 9-9, most people folded and nobody raised so I pushed all in. Everyone folded except one guy who called. Turned out he had Q-4 off suit, putting me well ahead on probabilities. Would he get lucky and hit a queen?

Of course he did. Not only that, he hit a 4 to go with it - delivering me a piping hot knock-out injury with a large side-order of insult.

It's a good job I'm strict about following the poker prime directive.

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