7-2 Over Kings.
This url is in dedication to one of my proudest poker moments. On a cold and nippy winter night, I had trotted through the foot of snow that fell the night before to attend a friend's game of poker. After working the majority of the day shoveling snow, I wanted to reward myself by wagering some of my earnings. As the night wore on and fatigue began to set in, players started to bust and exit the game. This trend exponentially quicken after one until three in the morning when only three of us remained. At this point, the game slowed down and the bets became small as we kept true to our hands. As the minutes crawled by, I realized I was starting to lose focus, and convinced myself I was going to make a move next hand no matter what the cards were. As the next cards were dealt, I purposely did not look at my cards and decided to raise a significant amount pre flop. I was called, and then raised even further by the next player. This surprising shift in the flow of play interested me, so I peaked at my cards and to my dismay I learned I had procured the hand of seven-two off suit, mathematically the worst possible hand in poker due to it's limited amount of winning combinations.
Although I was not pleased with my hand, I refused to be disheartened so I went against every statistical call and raised again. They both called, and the flop revealed a two, five, ace. The bet was on me, so I raised half the pot size in hope that they did not have anything and would fold; they both called. I became very nervous and frustrated because I could not believe I had invested about 1/5th of all my chips with such a terrible hand. |
Next card, and I checked, hoping some relief would come from the final card. The player after me followed and checks, but the next player raised about a 1/3rd of the pot and my heart sinks. I realized that this will could be the deciding hand and had to either bluff my way out or back off and give up a large portion of my chips. I decided to go with the former and re-raise him. To my relief, the next player folds giving up at least half the chips he had the hand before, but the third player is not so convinced. He calls me. The final card is shown and reveals a queen. I check, and he raises such that 2/3rd of his chips from before the hand are in the pot. I think and commit myself to the least logical option I had. I raised and go all in. I am shaking a little, but not enough that it is overtly noticeable. He looks at me, tilts his head, and I feel his stare scanning me for a sign. My foot begins to shake uncontrollably under the table, and I try my best calm down. He then looks at the cards on the table, to his hand, back to the table, and up at me. He glares for what feels like an eternity, until finally he shakes his head folds and reveals two kings.
Heart broken, he says , "you almost had me with those ace's," and I silently sit there, in disbelief, and regain my composure. I then smile, chuckle, and as I reveal my seven-two off suit, break out into a semi-hysterical laughter. They both look shocked, and I continue to laugh uncontrollably, as if the jitters in my unruly foot had moved up to my mouth. Sometimes I surprise even myself, and bluffing essentially a final winning hand of seven-two over kings is still an accomplishment I find hard to believe. |
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