When it’s time to stop playing, the Gods of Poker will sometimes give you a message. I only wish today’s message would have come one hand earlier.
I’d been playing some really low-stakes Texas hold 'em, .25/.50 no limit and not doing very well. Not getting really good cards and when I was catching something someone else usually had something just a little better (pocket 9s to my pocket 8s and the like). Finally I got a couple of good cards and the chance to maybe make some money on them.
I have A-J spades on the button. Small blind calls, big blind checks, the table folds around to a guy with about a dollar and he puts it all in. I call, small blind calls, big blind folds. Three players, one all in.
Flop is K-8-7 with one spade. I now have three spades. Small blind checks, I check. I know he has a King.
Turn is another spade. I have four spades now. Check, check.
Flop is K of spades. Small blind goes all in for about $12 and I’m singing hosannahs because I have the nut flush against three Kings. I call instantly and the cards flip up…
…to reveal K-7 for the first all-in and K-8 for the small blind.
Meaning that my Ace-high flush is the worst of the three hands, finishing behind a full house, Kings full of 7s and the winning hand, a full house, Kings full of 8s.
That just ain’t right.