Yes. Â It’s a golden horsehoe up my ass joke. Â It was that good of a night. It was the night of nights. Â The kind of night that can make you forget bad beats happen to you. Ever.
This was the type of night that can make a poker junkie for life. I could chase this dragon for years and never even come close to the dumb luck I was experiencing.
4-6 under the gun? I think I can stand a raise. After all, I do have a golden horseshoe up my ass. Â Sure the initial raiser made a set of 8’s on the flop. Â I know. I get it. But can’t you see the horseshoe peeking from the waistband of my cargo shorts? Â I’m going to make a straight. Â I call your all in bet with a gut shot. Â Tonight, It’s not about the cards. Â It’s not about position. Â It’s not about good reads. It’s all about my lucky golden horseshoe.
What am I going to do? Â Fight it? Â Fold my Q6 because it’s weak. Â No way. Â I’m riding this out. Â I’ve certainly been on the receiving end no it’s my turn to enjoy.
It doesn’t take long for my opponents to become aware of the horseshoe. Â They soon become a bunch of checking, folding broken men. They can’t bet into me. Â Their only solace is they recognize they’re too weak to fight the horseshoe, but can live to fight another day.
Tomorrow I can go back to smart poker. Â Tonight I’ll just sit back and be happy to be lucky. Â I even offer a half-hearted apology once in a while to the endless barrage of bad beats I’m delivering. I like to think I have enough manners to pretend to be a nice guy. Â Although, I may come off as slightly insincere when I’m weeping with laughter as I choke through something lame like “Tough one, buddy!”
Needless to say, it was a pretty good night.
I play poker for the nights I am unstoppable.
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