Running Bad Gets Totally Confirmed

running bad poker

It’s Thursday night home game poker.  This is the lowest stakes, loosest, loudest game I regularly play.  No rake, no dealer, same group of friends yucking it up every week.  Limped pots are rare, 3-bets with multiple callers are common.

We were 8-handed, but the player on my right just went bust and left in a huff.  He’ll be fine.

Now there are 7, I’m the big blind, and there is no small blind, just an empty chair.

I peek at my cards and see pocket aces.  Laughter erupts over something… I had tuned out the chatter to concentrate on how I want to maximize value with this big blind special.

Fold…

Fold…

Fold…

Fold…

Fold…

Fold…

I get my big blind back.  Nobody gives a fuck either.

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