Stung

Sub zero temperatures at the Monkey Casino Thursday Night Tournament, I was COLD. Couldn’t get nothing going, was up by maybe 25 chips at one time. Bust early and decided to join the cash game. Don’t make the cash game usually because my tourney life is typically long, by the time we are done it is either, past my bed time or no seats available.
Business was slow, only thirteen people showed up to play. Pulled out my twenty grabbed forty chips and had a seat.
Oh how my luck changed. Holds were kind. I quickly doubled then tripled my stacks. Peace man is a horrible player but insists on playing, there is no way dead money is ever turned away. I took a ton of chips for Mi Boy, 1000aire and Stoner. Dahm came to jump into the mix. I sat with about two hundred and forty chips, cleaning up hand after hand. Flopping two pair, or high pair with a good kicker, hit a flush, smoking the boys who had been talking shit on me throughout the tournament. How easily they forget Sunday, then I plucked each one out of the game. Mrs. Para confessed I am her nemesis. I don’t know why when it her fault for chasing hands. If you don’t have anything after the flop, RUN! Fishermen do get lucky but not often enough to make it to the money.
Having fun, laughing and keeping tabs on the tournament still being played at table one. Fatigue began to take over. Decided to leave, my chips were slow dwindling away and I could hardly keep my eyes open. While waiting to cash out, I dealt one last hand. I had Ace Ten and called the small (this is where I should have raised it up and didn’t) Dahm called. Flop came King, Ace, Six. I bet twenty, Dahm called. Turn was an Ace, Dahmer calls “all in”. So now I’m sitting there with three aces, what the hell can I do but call One hundred and ten chips, that is Fifty five dollars, of course like a dummy who was half way out the door I called. Dahmer was holding Ace Six, a full house, my only change was a king to split or a ten to boat myself, neither came. Bummed and exhausted , I went home with fifty bucks. It still hurts.