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Short article/story of young poker player hitting the worst bad beat possible. Better as a forum or column article over a technical how-to.

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November 2004. That was a month that almost sent my Texas Hold "Em game into a seemingly permanent tilt. It started off with one of my earliest memories of a truly bad beat, when my friend Tom "Lucky Draw" Shover prevented my first $100 day by beating my full house with a better one on the turn. That kitchen game was bad enough—I spent the next week wondering how a perfectly laid trap could go so wrong. A week of on-line playing went well, and helped me move past that, but the rest of that month would produce bad beats that still cause me to fear the turn and river—even when I am a better than 90% lock to win.

The next week I was ready for our table game. My mind was focused, I shook off the lucky draw and prepared myself for my second chance in two weeks to have my first $100 game. Not a bad goal considering the small stakes I still played. That week the game was at my place, because the apartment we usually used was not available. Everyone came in and threw down to make the pot, and we divvied up the chips accordingly. The first few hands were shaky, but I settled in to the conservative style of play that suited my personality, and the chips began to add up.

The usual dead-monies played their way out of the pot one by one, and it was at the short table where I was the most dangerous. The usual table knew I liked to slow play, and they overplayed that tendency so I slow played bad hands to bluff pots and raised on strong ones, inducing calls on what they figured to be bluffs. After an hour of play, there were only three of us left. Tom, who had an amazing propensity for pissing off everyone at the table with his lucky breaks, and Kristen, one of the most solid players I have ever played.

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