I'm going to blame the day that this day was.
It was one of those work days that has you whimpering for alcohol induced relief as you watch the clock creep with a painfully slow cadence towards the magical hour of five pee em.
It was one of those work days that had my boss, red faced and fuming in the middle of the hallway, uttering "I don't care if they fire me....." as the steam curled in her wake.
It was one of those work days that had me telling my newly unemployed next door neighbor, who'd just sat down for his 'initial assessment,' "No really, I like my job" and then fighting the bile that was rising from deep within me.
It was one of those days.
So I opted to distract myself with some card playing when I reached home. Upon firing it up, Full Tilt immediately had to download new updates. When it finished, I was confused upon noticing that my 'custom' tab was no longer available for the cash games. I scrolled through the long list of tables and found a 6-handed 5.10 limit game to play. The little pop-up window was suggesting $400 to start with. I was a bit more confused. Normally it says $100 and I opt to go for $300. "Must be one of the updates," I thought. OK. $400 it is. Okay by me.
I was immediately in the big blind and folded that first hand. When I paid the small blind, I was surprised to see I'd paid $5 instead of $2.50. I noted the big blind had laid out $10. Huh? "Something's screwed with this update - the blinds are wrong!" I muttered to myself just as I was dealt A-9 offsuit. Someone raised pre-flop and I called. The rest of the hand went incredibly fast. Here's what happened:
An ace hit the flop. I bet out and was called. A nine hit the turn. I bet out and was raised. I re-raised... WTF???? I only have $200 left?? Oh-SHIT... this-is-NO limit -holy-crap-I-have-2-pair-PUUSSH!!
My opponent thought for two nano-seconds and called. He had a five and a three which matched a five and a three that had appeared with my Ace on the flop. I held my breath as the last card was revealed. My heart was pounding - "Please, please, don't suck out on me!!" Losing $400 in the blink of an eye was not settling well within the already churning cauldron that was my stomach.
I was redeemed - no suckout. The $797 pot, with it's tidy $397 net profit, was pushed to me. Needless to say, I beat a hasty retreat vowing to make a suitable offering to the poker gods at my next opportunity.
So, I hope you understand... it was the day this day was. Right?
