Abstract: Poke-r
The thing about Texas Hold’em is sometimes, you’re dead and you’re don’t know you’re dead.
Maybe you’ve got a pair of aces and the flop gave you another,
And now you think your three aces are hot shit,
but they ain’t.
The dude across from you has nines,
and the board gave him two more.
But you bet big, confident and asured.
He raises.
You bet big again, trying to run him off,
but he raises again.
So doubt starts to form, you see two nines, but you go all-in.
He calls.
You flip your aces with a dramatic flare,
but he begins to rake the pot.
Suddenly you see the truth, and a searing sensation of loss and regret races through your heart,
the hand was lost before it was played.
You got played.
They take everything you had to give, and now you’ve got nothing.
This is what it feels like to love a woman who doesn’t love you back.
