Results:
After some agonizing, I folded on fifth street.
The other two players got to a showdown and split the pot. KKK22 took the high and a 7-low took the other half of the pot.
My thoughts:
When I three-bet on fourth street with J
4
, I thought I turned my hand face-up. After all, what can I have when I'm jamming against the A2?
When the player on my left raised on fourth street, I thought he was strong enough to beat a pair of Aces for high. He was passive enough not to play a lone pair of Kings aggressively against possible Aces (or a four-low including an Ace). So, I thought I had my customer if somebody made a low and we jammed the expensive streets.
When the King fell on fifth street and he bet out, I couldn't fathom not being behind. I was only considering whether I can chase against KKK2x or 222KK. But, either hand is going to know it's way ahead and jam with the low-hand. So, it seemed certain to me that every street was going five bets to the river. Folding immediately seemed a cheap way out of the hand.
It felt weird folding what is literally the best hand I can possibly have and which is usually a monster holding.
After the hand, the Kings-full player started thinking aloud and saying he probably should have just checked and called to keep me in the pot.