Day 114: Can't Keep A Good Woman Down

After the smack-around I took on Sunday at the very short-handed Crime Scene game, I was most anxious to return and restore balance, honor, dignity, and wholesomeness to the universe before heading to Atlantic City tomorrow.

And this I did last night. I went in there and schooled their asses. I know it is wrong to gloat. Wrong wrong wrong. And yet, I feel OBLIGED TO GLOAT. Played goot, didn't get bad-beated to speak of, and ~ most famously ~ executed a re-raise on the river with air that won me a giant hand. I was pretty sure that my opponent was weak himself, but my min-raise into a ginormous pot looked exactly like the value-bet of someone with a full house, and my table image kept the man from calling the very small extra amount just to look me up. (I would surely have called there, given the size of the pot. Yeah, I'm paying you off if you have me beat.) The ability to make a move like this is one reason I never show.

I know we are not supposed to be results oriented, but it sure is nice to plump up ye olde bankrolle in advance of my trip. I know we're not supposed to let results dictate our emotional state, but it sure feels good to head out on a winning note. Someday, I hope, I'll be more mature than this.

But until then: HAH!