The Morning After

The morning after a bad beat sucks.

I can’t fault the play of me or my opponent too much. It is just the way the cards fell.

But, my opponent was a weak player that seemed to put it in bad all night but catch the miracle card to win the hand.

I finally get in a hand with this player, and I was way ahead. Until the flop, that is.

My opponent limps in under the gun.

I raise to $35 one off the button with A-A and find myself heads-up with this player.

The flop comes Kd-10d-9h.

He checks.

I bet $100 and he calls. I put him on either a straight draw or flush draw.

The turn is 2s.

I bet out $150 and my opponent calls.

The river card is 4c.

I push all-in for another $300.

He calls and shows K-K.

I normally don’t get tilty. But limping in under the gun with K-K is just begging to get cracked.

This was his fifth flopped set in 15 minutes. I can’t remember the last time I even rivered a set, let alone got there on the flop.

To make matters worse, I moved from seat 2 to seat 9 to get position on this player.

Guess who moved from seat 6 to seat 2?

You guessed it.

Frankly, I could not have played the hand any different. I would not have folded pre-flop if the chips got in the middle. I might have folded on the flop if he played back at me pre-flop. But then again, I probably would not have given him respect for K-K either.

Alltop. We're kind of a big deal.

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