Recently, I was travelling on business in Europe. At the end of the trip I had one free night in London. Fortunately, they have poker there. I played 3/3 (British Pounds) pot-limit for about 4 hours. After two hours I was up about 60 pounds. I had played very tight and aggressive poker winning several small pots before the flop with cards like A-Q and Q-J suited. It was about 2am when I got frisky and loosened up way too much. I found myself in pots with middle pair and flush draws after the turn. The players in the game were uniformly excellent and all knew eachother. This should have been my sign to get out. Also, the poker luck was not in my seat. During my four hour gig, quads came up three times at my table never in my hand. When I woke up with A-J under the gun with 50 pounds left in my stack and a J-9-5 on the board, I went all in against the big bully at the table. The turn is a 9 and the river is a 9 making me a full house. I am happy until the bully turns over A-9 for quads. It is 4:15 am at that point and I head back to Paddington Station for the train to the airport.
Good memories bad beat?, AM
SurgicalPoker
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