the greatest bad beat story of my life didn't involve a hand i was playing. i don't even remember which cards the palyers were drawing to, nor were the stakes very high, but as someone unfamilair with the game of hold 'em, it was awsome.
now that i think about it, we were playing a tourney late at night. a live game, before i had discovered the horrors of internet poker. we were all friends but loved to talk shit. i can't remember if i was still alive in the tourney or not, but i was dealing.
somebody went all in. the flop came down. the huge underdog caught his card on the turn and slapped the table. everyone was stunned and beside themselves. the river card came and and the tide turned. it went from one big underdog spiking a card on the turn to the other guy screaming to the gods as he swam in the river. i was cussed. but i caught the thrill.
being a huge football fan, i compared it to how it must feel like to going from being down by 3 towchdowns in the 4th quarter, come back to take the lead, only to lose to a hail mary.
they say the only thrill bigger than winning is losing......