It was another tiring day at the tables, where hand after hand got cracked by loose player playing trash hands - calling stations. Calling stations go all the way to the river and one of them, in each game, catches that miracle card that completes a big hand like a flush or straight. The King caught many big pairs and sets which are strong hands, but these just did not hold up much. It was like the other session, where like the western movie the white men, fighting the indiams, preservere until the cavalry comes. If all the sessions were like today, it would not be worth it.
But there are days where luck smiles at the King, and he can do no wrong, and win pot after pot with no effort. Even playing loose, he wins many pots and feels like he could walk on water.
Todays session, even if it ended with a small winnings, if it were always like this , would not be worth it. To lose an extraordinary amount of pots brings in doubt and depresses the soul.
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