Played some more 1/ 2 NLHE for a short period then went running instead.

Played 22 hands and these were the interesting ones:

Picked up K K on button and raised 2 to 9and the bb called. Flop was A 9 6 . He checked. I bet 18 and he rrsed to 36 and I called. Turn was 3 . He checked and I pushed for $105 because I had a history with him and he'll call w K9, JJ, 10 10 etc. He called.

He had 10 10 and a10 hit river. Chat was ‘I knew you did not have an Ace.” Funny.

A few hands later a tight multi min raised, the butt called as did I in the BB. I had K J .

Flop was J 10 3 . I checked, multi checked and semi-steamer pot bet and I smooth called.

K was turn.

I check he pots $44 and I push $132 though I know 333 is possible but so is AJ, QJ and 10 J. he calls w 10 J and river is a 10.

Is it just me or does my doom switch have daily themes? Such as beware river 10’s today.

I reload another $200 and two hands later the same guy raises and I smooth call w J J .

Flop is J 8 2 . He bets out $8 and I raise to $32 and he calls. Turn is 7 .

He bets out $44 and I’m thinking of all my friends and good people who tell me that it can’t always happen and that things change and that it just sometimes SEEMS like my best hands lose all the time. Really?

I mean there is always the possibility he has QQ KK or AA 88 or 22 or 77, right? He doesn’t always have to hit his 7 to 1, 22 to 1, or 15 to 1 miracle. AND today’s theme is supposed to be screw me with a river Ten, right?

So I can basically call and hope if I am behind that the flush card comes AND that he doesn’t bet if it does come AND that he himself doesn’t have it. Or I can push and believe this whole luck changes, it can’t always happen, line of positive momentarily unrealistic thinking my good friends espouse to me time and time again.

By the way my wife who was one of the main proponents of this line of thinking officially abandoned it a few months ago. I was on the exact bubble for a WSOP Main Event package and UTG raised, it was folded to me in BB and I called with 4 4 . Flop came 4 2 9

I bet enough to look weak, he went all-in, and I called. I had him slightly covered and if I won we had a WSOP package. He tabled K K and the look on my wife’s face was one I will always remember. He had no flush draw only a 2 outer twice yet he called. It was a horrible play on his part and the kind that has been killing me for four years now. There was almost no belief between us that I’d win. It was the first time I saw her like this. To make matters more insulting, in a sense, a fourth heart came on the turn to make one of his two remaining Kings a chop. He did hit his one-outer and I was blinded out the next hand, I lost the next 50 satellites for WSOP packages in a row, we stayed away from the WSOP for the first time in many years and my wife had a truer taste my recent poker experience. I don’t wish it upon her or anyone. It sucks.

Any way back to the online hand--I dedcide to push and strangely enough he had turned the straight. I did not resuck one of my ten-outs on the river and I decided not to reload and sign up for more of the same but instead did some running/swimming in Hanalei Bay. It’s not unusual to be able to clearly see my abdominal muscles during the summer months. But now with close to a year of nearly unrelenting negative poker experiences like the ones I’ve related over the past two days , and the extra running and swimming I am doing to wind down from it, I’m approaching the what some might consider mystical physical experience of having an “eight-pack” stomach.

As long as you don't stop living there is always something positive in everything negative and also the reverse, or as Dylan sings “behind every beautiful thing lies some kind of pain.”

Thanks for reading.