The Geek In Me Is Crying
What a frustrating weekend! I lost [an insignificant but irritating amount of money] to an 11 year old playing Texas Hold 'Em. Really! (Poker discussion to follow... nonfans may skip ahead to the part where I watch Star Wars]. I play a very tight game and seem to have a good head for odds and a good sense for strength at the table. I was able to outlast all the adults in this way, only to come into heads-up mode against the 11 year old son of a friend of mine. Aided by his dad only in that he kept reminding the kid not to show his cards, the kid's strategy amounted to "play every hand, raise every turn." Literally. The kid went in on every hand, no matter how weak, and bet up on every... single... opportunity. This is a terrible strategy to live by because it depends 100% on luck, but it does have the advantage of being potentially disruptive to everyone else's game. The kid's automatic raises amounted to a constant gut-check, driving players either to fold or overbid marginal hands, and his lack of strategy meant that everyone's attempts to control momentum went for naught. And because the kid got lucky on every... single... river card, he just kept on winning. it came down to me and him.
Me: pocket 5s. Him: 2-8 offsuit, the second worst starting hand in the game. I go in small before the flop. The flop gives me another 5 and some garbage; a 3 and a 6. At this point I go all in, knowing that trying to play mindgames against the ATM sitting across from me would be silly. He calls, leaving himself with only 10 chips or so. I win this, I'm thisclose to winning it all. The spawn is trash talking about all the toys he's going to buy. The turn is an 8. I let out a breath. Junk.
And the kid drew a 4 on the river to give him the damn gutshot straight starting from one of the weakest hands in Texas Hold 'Em. I lost to the Dorchester Kid.
Then, on Monday, the power went out four times during Revenge of the Sith. They finally gave me my money back, but I figure they should have kicked in a few extra bucks for skipping over the fight scenes and making sure to restart the show in time to show me all the "I love youuuu!!!!" parts uninterrupted.
So... how's it end?
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"So… how’s it end?"
"So… how’s it end?"
The ship sinks and Leonardo slips into the frozen Atlantic. Fast forward 70+ years and the (now) old lady dies, only to find Leonardo waiting for her in an afterlife that is, arguably, the spirit of the Titanic itself.