Down goes Frasier!

Ok, if you have all been following along with the regular blog you will know about my monthly poker game. If you know that, you will also know that I had won the past two months in a row. So I was the returning champ and due to that fact, I was returning in November with the hitman side pot on my head.

Now if you don't know this, bite me. Thanks for paying attention and see if I have any interest in something you have an interest in.

That or you can catch up.

Now the usual suspects where there. Won (makes sense it is his house), River Dance (Ken), Clint, Craig, and John. Obviously including myself too.

Frenchy (Easy Money) again bowed out. I'm starting to wonder if the man just handle folding anymore. To many paper cuts I guess and we all know how badly those sting.

If that is the case I am bringing extra salty chips next month.

Now as you can expect it wasn't the best of nights for me. Didn't start out great at all. First two hands out of the gate. I had a high pair at the turn. Facing the possibility of a low straight. Betting at the turn, harder on the second hand. Only to have Craig stay in both times and catch the last card he needed for the straight on the river.

For a second I thought it was Ken I was up against.

After that I needed my own personal surgeon to stop the bleeding. Not kidding either I watched my chips disappear like if I was sitting at the table with Houdini, Copperfield, along with Penn & Teller.

Yes it was that bad.

I seriously watched my chips go for at least an hour and half. Not winning one hand. Most I backed out on. I did have some decent to marginal hands that died after the flop.

Not to mention the constant reminder I was getting from the group about who was going to take me out. I felt like I should have had a bulls eye painted on my forehead.

Then again maybe I did.

The worst offender was Clint. Laughing, taunting, sometimes begging me to lose out to him. During the night he made some snide comment about how badly I was doing. I point blank told him for that remark I would purposely go all in to loose to someone else rather then him.

All I have to say to him is that you should be focused on winning the whole thing, who busts me out is only a bonus.

More on that later.

Now John got a few decent pots early. Then the chips favored Won. Clint and myself were on a slow bleed for most of the night (see look what talking smack got you when you should have been playing better poker). Craig stayed fairly steady thought the night, no big chip count, but enough to seriously hurt someone if he got the chance.

Now River Dance busted out first. I believe it was to John (I really need to bring a note pad to take better notes. And yes you can bust my nuts for it.)

Next Won busts out John. Big hand and Won I think got lucky on the turn and river. And caught a set to take John down.

This however gave Won a huge chip stack and the obvious lead.

Did I mention I was still in?

Play was slow for a while but late in the night I finally caught some cards and managed to take some chips of Won, Clint and Craig. Nothing major, but it helped as the blinds went up.

Then came the hand that I think decided the night.

Won and Craig went after each other. Won had a KQ unsuited. Craig two heart.

Flop J K Ah. Won bets, Craig calls.

Turn 10h

Won best even bigger, Craig again calls.

River?

Kh.

Won is all in thinking he has the high straight, but he is kicked in the nuts when Craig calls and shows the flush.

I cannot recall if that bust him out or not. Craig may have had a small advantage built up by then, or Won simple did not have a lot left and was out not long after. But they were the two chip leaders and now Craig has a massive advantage.

In case you forgot I am still in.

Then came my favorite hand of the night, yeah, the one where I BUSTED out Clint. That is what you get for messing with me all night, even when my cards were awful. I still managed to bust his ass out. Damn wish I could remember the hand.

Oh yeah I am still in if you failed to notice.

Yes, I have outlasted 4 out of the other 5 players to far. Even with the frigid bitch cards I've been getting.

Even so Clint didn't have a lot left, and even with that take Craig still had almost 4 to 1 chip advantage over me. And he was used it too. Three to four hands go by and he pushing me around like a drunken sumo wrestler. He is a 500lb gorilla beating on me like a Samsonite suitcase.

Well I think you get the picture.

Nothing good is coming my way I have around 15k left. Big blind is 3k. I have J2 suited on the small blind and go all in thinking to push him out, to steal the blinds.

But no, Mr. Gorilla has a AJ suited.

Flop is A, something, something. No help. But he now has bullets.

Turn is another J.

Sensing what I am?

Yup, River helps no one and I am done. Ken might get lucky as shit, but I have never encountered a person who gets strong hand after strong hand. Not to mention have them hold up or get stronger. If Craig is betting into you I have one piece of advice...

RUN FORREST! RUN!

That's right I've never seen him not have it. Never. We have called him a lot too. The few times he doesn't have it, he had a decent starting hand and it just didn't hold up. But he was pot committed. That and no one was betting hard enough to scare him off. He also (Won correct me on this) has the most wins out the group. On top of the fact that he isn't always there. I know he was our first multi winner. The man just gets great cards most of the night.

Bastard.

Now I would like to point out that even though my chips where bleeding out like a crack whore on the rag I still finished in second place and even managed to bust Clint "I talk and drink too much when I should be playing poker" Mackay.

Thats it and there ain't no more.

Until next month, when I plan on regaining my title.