Don't marry your hand

Originally Posted by CallmeFloppy

I remember the first time I married a hand. It was a cold evening in February. I had just emotionally recovered from yet another Valentine's day alone. Even the flowers I ordered myself never came as the florist ended up cancelling my order.

Anyway, I had been sitting there at the table for a couple hours. The dealer had seemed bored, playing more with the chips in the tray than tracking the action. The ****tail waitress had made her rounds but seemed like avoiding eye contact was part of her job description. I am sure she had a lovely smile, but I never saw it. She walked off with my most recent request as the dealer slipped two more cards under my palm before returning to the wonderment in his chip tray. I peeled the corners of my cards and there they were. A pair of lovely ladies. My heart soared as I tossed a few red chips into the middle of the table. Another player at the table accompanied me and three more cards were dealt. I stayed fixated on the two beauties in front of me and dropped a larger set of chips out as a sign of my affection. The man across the table was intent on intruding on our little affair and matched my love display. Another card was peeled and presented for us, but I did not care. I had what I wanted embraced right there under my hands resting upon the soft cushioned felt on the table. Apparently this disturbed my otherwise under attentive dealer and told me to act. Act I did. I blissfully moved my remaining chips as a declaration of my love. A solid proof that nothing was going to make me part with the soul mates as I shielded them from all others. My stubborn opponent made the call. I proudly displayed my shining beauties and thought of what our love was surely about to reap. Another flip was made and finally our moment together would reach its peak.


"Flush vs Queens, Flush takes the pot"


I was stunned. The dealer shot me a slightly disgusted look and pushed my displays of affection to that uncaring man who insisted on ruining it. Well, those two ladies left me right after that, and the watered down drink the waitress brought me was far from enough to drowned the sorrows of that night.


I have been visited by the ladies many times since, but not again will I allow them to dazzle me with those dark eyes and Mona Lisa smiles. They may be pretty, but I will not again fall victim to overindulging without properly evaluating each and every moment we are together so I know if that hand beneath my own, really is the one.

Originally Posted by CallmeFloppy

I remember the first time I married a hand. It was a cold evening in February. I had just emotionally recovered from yet another Valentine's day alone. Even the flowers I ordered myself never came as the florist ended up cancelling my order.

Anyway, I had been sitting there at the table for a couple hours. The dealer had seemed bored, playing more with the chips in the tray than tracking the action. The ****tail waitress had made her rounds but seemed like avoiding eye contact was part of her job description. I am sure she had a lovely smile, but I never saw it. She walked off with my most recent request as the dealer slipped two more cards under my palm before returning to the wonderment in his chip tray. I peeled the corners of my cards and there they were. A pair of lovely ladies. My heart soared as I tossed a few red chips into the middle of the table. Another player at the table accompanied me and three more cards were dealt. I stayed fixated on the two beauties in front of me and dropped a larger set of chips out as a sign of my affection. The man across the table was intent on intruding on our little affair and matched my love display. Another card was peeled and presented for us, but I did not care. I had what I wanted embraced right there under my hands resting upon the soft cushioned felt on the table. Apparently this disturbed my otherwise under attentive dealer and told me to act. Act I did. I blissfully moved my remaining chips as a declaration of my love. A solid proof that nothing was going to make me part with the soul mates as I shielded them from all others. My stubborn opponent made the call. I proudly displayed my shining beauties and thought of what our love was surely about to reap. Another flip was made and finally our moment together would reach its peak.


"Flush vs Queens, Flush takes the pot"


I was stunned. The dealer shot me a slightly disgusted look and pushed my displays of affection to that uncaring man who insisted on ruining it. Well, those two ladies left me right after that, and the watered down drink the waitress brought me was far from enough to drowned the sorrows of that night.


I have been visited by the ladies many times since, but not again will I allow them to dazzle me with those dark eyes and Mona Lisa smiles. They may be pretty, but I will not again fall victim to overindulging without properly evaluating each and every moment we are together so I know if that hand beneath my own, really is the one.

Originally Posted by Mdf1992

This is amazing! Haha. Great writing.

Originally Posted by Bluffzone68

Hey
Amazing Write Up.
do you write blogs??
I just enjoyed theread.
Thanks for the write up

Originally Posted by wilywiles

Getting married to your hand can cost you a lot of a chips. Im telling you from experience. AK is one of em. AA, KK, QQ, and even JJ have cost me plenty of chips in the past. AK is the most constant disappointer. Getting too much money in before the flop by raising and calling a reraise or pounding the limpers with AK and getting raised over the top. AK by far is the biggest loser on this list. Mostly for tournament poker, because as the blinds get larger, the number of hands you can play before the blinds chew the rest of your stuck up gets progressively smaller. When the blinds begin to make up a significant portion of your chips, the range of hands you can play narrows. Sometimes the best move is to limp with AK, try to see a flop without a raise. If someone raises me when I have AK, Ima call anyways, so why not see the flop cheap, especially so out of early position. Many people will tell you that you have two ways to win the pot by raising: one, everyone can fold. Two, your hand hits. But with a hand like AK, frankly you do want to play for all you chips. Because often times enough, especially in the later rounds of the tournament, reraise means pocket pair, and pocket pair means AK has anywhere from a 50 percent to a 96 percent chance of losing. Not too mention a chip leader trying to just make a move with a hand like 98 suited and flop comes 6 7 9.