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Cold Cards Hot Dice – Poker Player’s Vice

“I had cold cards”. Isn’t that the lamest excuse you can hear from poker players busting out of a tournament? Well, sometimes it may actually be the truth. Yesterday the weekly Wednesday tournament was played at the local casino. Since today is Thursday that shouldn’t surprise anyone. Tomorrow it’s Friday but that’s another story.

I managed to keep my head above the water until a couple of minutes into the fifth level, so I must have been dealt around fifty or sixty Texas Holdem hands. I had K-J in early position, Q-T in middle position, a couple of low aces. I played a few hands with my lousy cards and picked up some smallish pots holding nothing but late position and an apparent tightness. My best starting hands during these hours were 7-7 and 2-2. I had to fold the sevens on the flop when the action got too hot. The twos I used to bust out against QQ.

I had cold cards, and it’s true.

On my way to the cloakroom I passed right through the crazy fuzz at the craps tables. I looked at my watch and it had stopped so I was in no hurry. I took a place at a table between two nice ladies, one who seemed to be running a lucky streak judging by the size of her stack. The other was obviously chasing her losses, betting furiously with a grim expression on her face. I could see right away that the table was hotter than hot and applied my modified inside regression build strategy. With the help of careful dice control it worked like a charm, and soon the lucky lady on my right showed a well-deserved interest in my person.

Soon my poker losses were covered and I was making great plans for my money together with my new friend. We had such an amazing time together throwing dice, raking in chips, and making plans for our future life together. At a certain moment, the lady on my left picked up her purse, blew on my dice, and walked out into the night to pop her jewelry. Sure enough, my winnings started flowing back into the racks of the balding stick man. I switched strategy to a standard inside regression don’t system. And it sure didn’t – prevent my stack from crumbling to zip, zippedy-zap, zippedy-ding – nothing.

When I woke up from my furious betting streak I felt a grim expression on my face. I noticed with enormous gratitude that my new friend had gone out to get me a recovering drink, at least that’s what I assumed. A really long drink it would seem; I haven’t seen her since.

Don’t lose hope for me yet, though. You see, when I came out from the spout I found the other lady waiting at a bus station. We took the bus to her place, figuring that with all that bad luck in games and so on. She’s now my wife.

And I’m Jamie Gold. Far out.

/Spinner

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