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#402 – FTOPS Notebook – Cursed
I’m writing this as Event #9, $300 + $22 NLHE, is starting. It’s now 25 minutes old, which means I’ve outlasted my finish in two previous events. I think I’m cursed.
In over 400 entries in this blog, there must be less than a dozen of my bad-beat stories. But this happened 19 minutes into the PLHE event: I’m dealt 5-4s in late position. A couple players limp so I limp. I hit the dream flop 2-3-6, rainbow. Someone else bets so I just call. After all, there isn’t even much on the horizon that could beat me at this point. And someone with an overpair or a set could raise and the less expensive card is a lot more likely to make them a strong losing hand than beat me.
The turn is a four, which doesn’t thrill me but couldn’t hurt too much, right? Worst case, I figure, is that I have to split with another five but there are only a few combinations (like A-5, 5-2, 5-3, 5-4, or 5-6) that would have called a pot-sized bet on the flop. I get into a raising war with another player who called the bet on the flop. We get it all in and it turns out he called the flop with a gutshot, 7-5, which hit and made him a bigger straight.
Cursed, I tells ya.
