The Irony of Poker

I hate having good cards, at least if you have bad cards you know what you are dealing with and can play or not play accordingly. When you have good cards you get tunnel vision and start to think that there is nothing or no one who can stop you.

Last night I was playing poker and I was doing fairly well. My luck seemed to be going fairly well when I won an all-in match up against someone with my pocket kings against their pocket jacks, but it would not take long before irony to kick in.

The next few hands were decent hands and I played them until the flop revealed that my okay cards were actually junk. Then I got a great hand, pocket jacks and I started to bet hard on them.

I was surprised by how effortlessly my opponent was calling my betting and I finally went all-in and was immediately called. I laid down my pocket jacks and then saw his cards, you guessed it, pocket aces.

Nothing even resembling a jack came out on the table, in fact I believe there was an ace that came out. I know there is a certain amount of irony that comes out in a game of poker and all you can do sometimes is hope that it comes for your favor and not your opponents.

Like I was saying before, I think I would be much more successful if I kept getting marginal hands, the type of hand that really makes you question your ability to win the pot and will make you bid accordingly. Poker would be so easier if you could all the table cards ahead of time.