I Hate Insomnia
Posted on December 19, 2005 by Ching under Poker.
Brian talked me into going to be at 9 pm tonight. That is the most insane idea ever. He went to bed and told me to just follow after I finish my sit and go tourney. At least, he was nice enough not to force me to go until I was ready. We were on the bubble with me sitting pretty as chip leader. Then I made one fatal mistake. My two pair ran into a straight. The flop was all hearts too but I made the right read. Somehow I could tell he had no hearts and my two pair was safe. I pushed by betting pot after the flop. He called. I bet pot again, hoping to push him out. Again, he called. After the river card, I started to question what he was calling me with but I was representing the flush so I went all in to put him all in. He was in second place so I had him covered, but not by much. I had somewhere between 5000 to 6000 chips at the time. Losing the hand would leave me severely short-stacked at around 400 chips against three other people who had at least 3000 each. I had to convince him I had the flush, though, so I had to go all in. There was no other way. The guy didn’t believe me. He called me again. Do you know how annoying that is? To get no respect at the table? It’s really aggravating! Guess what?! He chased his straight all the way to the river and got it. I had no idea the ace on the river was the one card he was waiting for. Of course, he was on an open-ended straight draw. The call would have been reasonable had it not put his tournament life on the line and had there not been a possible flush on the board. What annoys me is that he called me after the flop with nothing, and after the turn with nothing, despite my astronomical bets. I guess the most irritating part is that he just didn’t respect my bet enough to buy that I had a better hand. Had his ace not landed, my two pair would’ve held up. And he should’ve had enough sense to fold because there was a possible flush, which is what I was trying to represent albeit unsuccessfully, and he had absolutely nothing. The moral of this story is that it pays to be a fool I guess. That’s what’s so great about newbies is they do not have enough sense and they have no idea how to calculate odds. So they call when reason says not to and then get lucky, which annoys the crap out of me! Anyway, I took that as a sign it was time for bed. Granted it was barely past 9 pm but Brian was already in bed so it made sense just to hit the sack too. Except I wasn’t sleepy yet. Typically I will ask Brian to tell me a story to put me to sleep but, as he was already fast asleep, I was left to toss and turn. Counting sheep never works. I’ve found over the years that there are only three things that have ever worked for me. I need one of three S’s to fall asleep: sex, story or sangria. Usually a full glass of sangria will do the trick. We don’t have any in the house, though. I would need Brian awake for the other two alternatives and, as he was down for the count, I was left with absolutely no options. The ironic thing is nothing keeps me awake more than trying desperately to fall asleep. I would’ve tried reading my accounting textbook but I sold it back already. I should’ve kept it as a cure for insomnia since all I got in exchange was a measely $20 bucks. However, when you’re as broke as I am $20 sounds pretty enticing. Besides that, I despised accounting so much that I never wanted to see that book ever again. I couldn’t get rid of it fast enough. It would’ve been nice to have in this situation, though. As they say, hindsight is always 20/20. After almost three hours of trying, I just got up. I need to send my body to obedience training or something because I’m really tired of it not following orders. So here we are.. It’s one in the morning and I’m sitting here blogging.
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