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So, I’m UTG and go about my blind straddle. I yell “LIVE FOUR” per JSD’s (legendary) guide to straddling, for all to hear as a public service announcement. The Asian dealer is actually amused. Pinky and ACH follow suit raising their hands in the dark, Helixx in the 7s meekly folds, the wanker. In fairness to him, he’d been cold-decked and sucked out on like nobody’s business. But he’s still a solid player and needs to jump out of the kiddie pool!! One guy with a crappy trucker hat and a half-done goatee calls four bets cold in the 6s, having the temerity to LOOK AT HIS HAND! The nerve!

We take a flop of Kc7s2h. I bet blind, Pinky raises blind, ACH 3-bets blind, and Villian trucker hat guy in the 6s caps it. Uh-oh. Turn is a meaningless 9d, I bet blind again, Pinky raises blind, ACH 3-bets blind, Slot Demo Villian checks his hand again (FOUL!), caps it, and the three of us bloggerati mumble about the fate he will suffer for this transgression. We wuss out and check our hands.

I look down and what do I find? The second best hand I could find, frankly… AsAh. That’s right — pocket Aces blind capped on two streets. I’ve had this happen before, kinda!! I call, and the other two drop. We take the river heads-up, and its the 7c. I said pocket aces were second best because of course if I had the HAMMER, I’d have rivered a big, beautiful boat. Oh how crazy THAT would have been.

At this point in time, I go into full unabomber- Slot Demo -wannabe-Bill Fillmaff move. I put on my black coat, zip it up all the way, put my iPod headphones on, as well as a pair of gas-station bought reflective oversize aviator sunglasses. I tell him I’m a pro and how dare he bet into my greatness.

Anyhow, I know he has a hand, and its a question of how good. With that much moolah in the pot, no way I’m folding. I bet, he raises, and I call. I’m a major sally for not re-raising here, but that’s beside the point. I played this blind, and my idiot opponent didn’t, ok? He rolls KQ for TPGK, and idiot Matador style I stare at him as I slow-roll my pocket aces, one at a time before slamming them down on the table and shouting “SHIP IT” a little too loudly. The whole side of the poker room has now noticed that something profoundly strange is going on at our table.

That is the story of THE HAND OF DESTINY, and it will forever be a part of blogger lore, or so I hope. I seriously had to do everything in my power not to shit my pants when I checked my hand at the turn. Wow.

We play some more crazy 2/4 and then decide its time for a change… I leave the table up a little, having lost many of my winnings at that table on my stupid straddle plays, though it was fully worth it. We decided some O/8 was in order, and got on the lists for 2/4 and 5/10. Neither seemed too unreasonable. Well, its past my bed time, but I’ll definitely have to tell about that 5/10 game we played, because it was crazy. Another night… wait for Part III & 1/2, I promise, it *might* be an interesting read.

P.S. Go read Pauly’s most recent post + “Coach’s Corner” — very good writeup of some blogger .50/1 play on Party plus Coach’s MTT tourney experience. Additionally, DoubleAs keeps up the good work with a discussion of Party SnGs, which truly are the land of some pretty awful play! I’m quietly counting my blessings that DoubleAs won’t be in the running for the blogger sattelite into the WSOP $1,500 NLHE event, as I have no doubt that he’d be the prohibitive favorite.