When you play poker you have days where just absolutely nothing can go right. You open a hand at the bottom of your range preflop, and like clockwork you get three bet. You miss every flush draw, and can't even seem to hit boards enough to even c-bet some of the time when you open A9o in the HJ and invariably end up in a 5 way pot. AK? T97 montone. Jacks? AK4r Aces? Blinds fold. But the mere existence of days like that proves that the opposite can (and does) eventually happen. I have seen the biggest, loosest, most passive fish in the room tear up a table for 100 bets. I have seen guys go on rushes that are simply not to be believed. They can do nothing wrong; they get 3 bet when they have kings, they take down the blinds when they have JTo, they make their draws, simply nothing can go wrong.
Today, I was that guy.
I played some 40, and I won about a rack. Then I stumbled into the 60 because I misidentified a player as a whale. It was a different guy, and he was pretty bad, but not who I thought he was. But there was a whale in the game, a woman who went off for something close to $10K in something like 6 hours, I don't even know honestly but man was she swell. So I won like 2.5 racks in that game before she seat changed (she really was the only reason to be in the game), then accepted that I was trapped behind traffic and played 2.5 more hours of 40/80 (with my game breaking twice, god bless you commerce) and bonked out another 4 rack win. These three hands illustrate my awesome
Hand is dealt 7 or 8 ways, I don't remember. Everyone limps in, the button raises, the sb calls, and I call with 64o in the big and we see a flop:
The sb checks and I just donk right into the world. I mean, why not, amirite? A few people fold but not that many, all the way back to the sb who..raises. He's not fucking around here, and I just call, and we see the turn something like 5 ways.
I turn the stone nutter butters. The small blind bets, I raise, someone calls, and somebody...three bets! The small blind calls, I cap it, blah blah blah, four ways for a cap to the river.
I bet and....only the sb calls and I win the whole damn thing.
Someone limps, I raise with 87s, the sb 3 bets, the big blind calls, the limper calls, and I cap it because sometimes I do that with 87s. We flop:
They all check and I bet because I have a flush draw. They all...call. The turn is a card and I let it check through. The river completes my flush, I bet...and they all fold. I mean really....they all...fold.
This shit went on and on and on. A8s? A75-9, at which point I am raised. No problem river 6 ship it. KTss? 943 with one spade? Never fear, I will make the nut flush. The absurdity of it all was just overwhelming. Eventually I decided to call it a night, and when I tallied the damage I had done I came up with a win of $9867, my largest ever by a preposterous margin. So hurray for me, hurray for mental health days, and hurray for running hotter than the sun, if only for 9 hours.