Hurray For Me

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:

852r

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.

3

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.

7

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:

KJTss

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.