Oftentimes I forget about the real nice sessions I've had but find that it's those horrible shoes (or shuffles in pitch games) that are really quite vivid.
Recently I had a shuffle in a SD game that I don't think I'll ever forget, and it happened in the midst of a ball-busting session that took only 25 minutes to relieve me of my session bankroll. Unfortunately I don't remember the exact sequence in which these hands occurred, but you'll get the gist . . .
The dealer drew three naturals, this in a game where only four naturals are possible! On another hand, I drew a T-T, and breathed a small sigh of relief when I saw the dealer had a 7 up. But things were going so bad that when the dealer turned over another 7 I literally said to myself "Okay if he draws a 6 at least I'll push . . . no way he gets the SD 7-7-7" . . . you guessed it, he drew a third 7. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was like when you've been drinking too much, the moment right before you lose your lunch. I busted two stiffs and lost the other (pat, but not pat enough) hand to go a clean 0 for 7 in that shuffle. But it was just the ferocity with with my clock was cleaned that sticks out in my mind.
Anyone else remember the shoe (or shuffle) from hell?
Recently I had a shuffle in a SD game that I don't think I'll ever forget, and it happened in the midst of a ball-busting session that took only 25 minutes to relieve me of my session bankroll. Unfortunately I don't remember the exact sequence in which these hands occurred, but you'll get the gist . . .
The dealer drew three naturals, this in a game where only four naturals are possible! On another hand, I drew a T-T, and breathed a small sigh of relief when I saw the dealer had a 7 up. But things were going so bad that when the dealer turned over another 7 I literally said to myself "Okay if he draws a 6 at least I'll push . . . no way he gets the SD 7-7-7" . . . you guessed it, he drew a third 7. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was like when you've been drinking too much, the moment right before you lose your lunch. I busted two stiffs and lost the other (pat, but not pat enough) hand to go a clean 0 for 7 in that shuffle. But it was just the ferocity with with my clock was cleaned that sticks out in my mind.
Anyone else remember the shoe (or shuffle) from hell?
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