This is a terrible thread. It's gonna start and stop real quick like. I wanna give the mods a heads-up maybe to shut me up. But I just have never seen these intense bursts of murderous beats every time you sit or move.
Tonight in 15 minutes after sitting:
Top 2 pair aces up flopped beat by running flush draw.
Set beat by back door flush draw.
Trips beat by bigger trips.
Trips beat by 3-outer trips with smaller kicker for stack.
Here's me just shaking my head as it rains down. It's been going on for three years with murderous, insane intensity. Ten times more intense and ten times longer than ever over decades long career. Only thing I can think of is I ran good for decades and didn't even know it, and this is payback. But the other answer, the real answer, is far, far stranger ... and therefore much more likely to be true.
A-2 versus 2-J on 2-2-6 flop. I run near zero percent in this situation for 3 years. It's insane and it warrants comment.
Now the posts about mothers ... no disgrace in that. You dig?Boy you guys are good. How did you think that stuff up? Amazing. Thanks.
Not hate at all ... but profound wisdom. You equate a horrendous run of cards with hatred, quite falsely. But I love that characterization about a targeted phenomenon via the deck.
Tonight two hands within 15 minutes vs. same villain:
My A-K versus his K-10, flop A-A-Q. He wins the pot.
My A-K versus his K-10, flop A-K-10. He wins the pot.
My two biggest faves in the session, nada. I moved on pretty well. Just more of the wisdom raining from the cosmos in the perfect place.Luv it. Mysterious that it does seem to get "stuck" and keep coming in clusters. Thinking about writing an article: "When the 95% and 5% outcomes flip sides and get stuck."
First hand I sit tonight after letting button pass:
I’m A-K up against A-A (pre-flop raiser all-in $40) and 2-10 of clubs. Flop A-2-10. Really? Both get the perfect flop as if you rummaged thru the deck for 10 minutes to find it? Busto for me … no help on side pot v. 2-10. First hand bizarro cooler. Oh, and Mr. 2-10 Doyle Brunson slow rolls it, just turning the deuce up with 10 below covered for about 5 seconds. I show my A-K, he uncovers the 10.
Next hand played I have 2-9 in BB unraised pot. Flop 2-9-K. Bet 50, one call, it comes a king.
The dealer who dealt my jack high in diamonds straight flush LOSER a few weeks ago sits down. He brings it up, not me. So we are describing it to the table when they say, “WHAT??” Meanwhile he deals me 7-10 of diamonds (which I used to say was my favorite hand). Flop is 9c-9d-8c. Checked around. Turn is J of diamonds. So now I have a straight and am drawing to the same straight flush the dealer sitting there talking about from last month. I’m sitting there staring at him marveling at the sequence of card tricks.
River blank, 4h. I bet and he shoves light stack, so I pay it off. He flopped full.
Game breaks. New table. Two hours of nothing. Then A-8 of diamonds versus loose, frequent raiser. Flop comes 8-4-2 rainbow. I check call. I’m up against aces of course. Turn comes a diamond. I bet he shoves. I call the damn thing. And I catch an 8 and win a 800 pot. This is something I’ve been saying the whole streak: when I get way behind on a hand, I win.
Then an hour of folding seriously every hand, blinds coming around it’s late and I’m quitting. I tell the very studious player next to me, “This last hand is gonna be A-K suited.” He laughs. Don’t blame him much on that one, what else can you do when someone has gone crazy? The flop comes A-5-6. Run out is A-5-6-7-8. I fold.
(Is this stuff normal to just keep going on? Answer: No, these are extreme card tricks kind of like the XGames or something. )
Oh, my last hand was ................. A-K of diamondsWell, that's a good one. If it is, Spinoza, Nietzsche, Desartes, Hobbes, Schopenhauer, etc. aren't bad company. To it I'll add Jung, Branden, Tielhard, McKenna, Bohr, Bohm ... for now.
look up ten levels ... or at least try googling.
I didn't cite myself in the list. By the way, are you a Trump voter? Your functioning with language is dangerously close to that level.
No and no. I don't give a damn about grammar on here, but am referring to much deeper fundamental uses of language. Really, good luck with that tack.
I am simply recording a run of freaky hands and situations, someone said, fascinatingly, possibly motored by conatus. Saying it isn't happening is just BS. Saying I have no grasp is a Trumpian use of language, which is the attempt to declare things into truth that are obviously false, this as a basic strategy when you come up against difficulty in your positions. Thus the reference to fundamental uses of language.
Let's stop. I don't think you play this game well. And, obviously, I don't play hold'em well. But the insanity of these hands doesn't help and produces some venting here and there.well that's kind of naked ... lack of a clue on psycho-linguistics tends to do that so no surprise ... still, colossally naked.
Meanwhile, continuing in a non-idiotic direction, notice the question "Why?" in the thread title is not, "Why me?" Part of that answer is the conatus angle, which is very illuminating potentially because to the extent it is self-perpetuating or an inclination on the subject's part, the fact that the supporting hands continue says something profound about "I and reality," in the area metaphysics. Then again maybe it should be closed to protect homies.
Everything swirling around me weird ... straight flush losers, lightning strikes, Jungian mysteries. That's who I am, I don't apologize ... that's my life. Ha.
Tonight flop a wheel to 2-3 of diamonds on Ac-4d-5d flop. Turn 6d I make the straight flush. King flush betting into me, THREE ACES over-calling. An ace is the bad beat. Alas no ace, no pair. Good pot, pairing the board would have been great pot. In PLO I flop to 6c-7c-8h-10h, a practical no win hand that some would have got involved in: flop 8c-10s-Qs. Threw it away, pot got monster, I took two runners 7c-4c to a straight flush, had I played. Some gin is surfacing in the flops after 3 years of inexplicable death runouts.
I thought maybe I should be back in the hold'em game with this straight flush stuff circling me. Geared down to about an hour of 1-2. See if I can get a straight flush beat again or beat quads with one. Not tonight.
Anyway, my two plays this week +323 and + 343, both palindromes (something I have an eye for), adding up to 666. Doo-doo-doo-doo. Conatus with results that support it everywhere I look. Why would that happen? Back to "I and reality," a subset of "self and reality." It knows who I am. It knows exactly what it's doing. It is what it is. Deal.
Thanks for playing. But your post is number 1313 for you, furthering my suspicions of strange occurrences.
And AlwaysFolding's post is 14,641 (palindrome). And Mike/Chucks post is number 797 (palindrome). I told you about the palindromes before that happened. I am going to win and it's a type of winning unheard of by most. Because I am what I am and the Universe certainly knows it. I just promise you i'm going to win if its played out. How deep are you?
Bought in 500 and cashed 671 tonight ... + 171 ... another palindrome. What the fook is the percentage of integers that are palindromes? Unreal.
Another session in the books. Waiting for my seat I take a few hold’em hands, an hour or so. Zero winners, culminating in raising with A-K on the button, flop A-2-3, and I’m up against 2-3, with of course .00000000000001/2 percent chance of improving my hand. Pre-flop the dude had said, "oh well I’m due," when he called. For the entire length of this run, a comment like that has signaled total miracle double-up for the jackoff that said it. I put him on his exact hand when he check-raised me, 2-3. But he only had 75 or so more. He doubles up. Nice hand.
I get my seat in 1-2 PLO. Stuck, I decide to take on obvious aces with a double suited middle range rundown. I make the straight, second nuts. Aces dude other two cards make the pure nuts, but he doesn’t know it so I get slow-rolled in a 1200 pot. Nice.
I flop top two and nut flush draw. Check raise it, guy trips the turn with smaller two pair and smaller flush draw. Nice.
Seat in 5-5 PLO opens. Here comes the ridiculous hand. I have J-J-10-7. Flop K-J-3, two spades … I have trip jacks and a jack high spade draw, heads up for 100 pre. Of course I know I could be up against trip kings. He bets 100 on the flop. I smooth. Almost anything that comes I’m check-raising the turn (he’s aggressive and millionaire reckless). I want him involved esp for his bluff range, which is what happened. 4d on turn. I check. He bets 250. His hand is K-9-Q-6, no flush draw. I raise it 755 (“Hank Aaron,” my favorite player) all-in. He’s pissed and has practically nothing. He calls it, only win off-suit 10. Sure enough 10 of clubs. Everybody says, “Oh, man. Brutal.” Shyt.
Went back to 1-2 with last 300. I don’t do cash machines, last time I used one was 1979. So I’m 300 or bust. I run it up to 1500 and get in the 5-10-20 PLO. I make a few hands, still it seems these bodacious starters of 8-9-10-J ds and A-K-Q-10 ds, 10-10-J-J ds, are flopping anything at all about 1% of the time. I mean is that the norm? No. So frustrating when each flop costs ~ 100 and nothing comes and there is so much potential being lost. For so, so long been fighting card death with opponent catching anything they need just make a wish magic.
I have a rule against playing a hand with 2-2 in it. My last hand as I’m racking for move up is 2-2-K-K. I go for it though I know it’s pure voodoo. Flop 2-5-9 off. Check around to me, one guy behind me. I pot, he repots … yup trip nines.
I’m up against the most bizarre run I’ve ever seen anyone have. There, I said it.
For only the second time I can ever remember, both recent, I lost track of how much I was in the game (a bunch of buys, 5 different tables, all kinds of sizing with the moves, all kinds of rebuys). May be something to that I think, because, I made two of my biggest comebacks ever in those very two sessions, including tonight. Just quit worrying about it and fire seems to be the lesson.
Get well hand had a lot of duress. I have 5-6-7-7r, heads up with button who raised, flop 8c-9c-3d. Oh god. I call 100. Turn is 7 off. I check he bets 300. I ship 1000 more not knowing of course where I stand with small straight and trips. He’s on a naked flush draw. Somehow, somehow, at million-to-one odds, the flush didn’t come. I stack up 3700.
Next flop heads up with same guy. He has a lot more than that. I have A-K-9-7ds. Flop A-K-2. I check call 100. Turn is ace. He bets 100 again. I stare at that board for a long time. WTF beats me here, no straight flush draw, so many months, 39 now, of nightmare runouts. He bets 100 again. I min raise it. He counts a bunch of chips, too bad, just calls. He folds river. I rack and leave, 4 AM.
I’m emboldened by it all. The worst run that can happen to a poker player has already happened. I’m moving way up in limits, as I’ve always played well beneath and now I think that is somehow self-defeating, though it seemed reasonable while running bad to be conservative. But knitting around doesn’t work, it backfires. 5-10-20 is exciting and crying doesn’t help. The players are good of course, most very good, but also very cavalier about throwing nickels in.Yeah I see what you mean ... in the 3 main pots cited I'm 13/1 favorite in a 2K pot (lost it), 5/1 favorite in a 4K pot (won it), and 100% in a $800 pot.
The set under set hand the guy was the only guy behind me so I stabbed, and he only had 100 more when he raised. I'm never on low sets in big pots, whereas my opponents are because I let them think its good, which can work really well.
So I see what you mean. Quite a gift to the game.
The interesting part of any "gift" going on here, is in the big games they tend to throw in black chips, and even blarney nickels like you do with half a stack of reds in a small game. That's why that guy won the 3-outer hand against me. Not only was he willing to throw in another black chip or two when he got caught, he was willing to throw in a purple. I mean, they are GOOD players, but there is some serious edge there. Nevertheless i realize the chips tend to gravitate toward the big stacks, but it's not because they'll throw in hundreds to save face when caught with their pants down.Another microburst. Within 90 minutes of sitting:
1st hand 8-10 of hearts ... flop 10-8-4, turn Qh pick up a heart draw, river Q ... lose to A-A
Two hands later ... pick up Q-Q, flop J-5-2 ... up against trip jacks.
A-5 of spades, flop two spades and a 5, turn trip the five ... lose stack to bottom two pair flopped he turned a full.
Flop nut flush versus second nut flush. Comes trips on board halting all action.
Guy flopped bottom two pair against my nut flush draw and straight draw, check raises me and fills on turn. Obv he has 4 cards to make me dead. Presto.
Flopped nut flush draw versus second nut flush draw. He makes a pair on river and takes it.
I play a couple more hours. No winners. PLO list is too long. I leave wondering about it. It's what death looks like.So I get it that the competition is light years beyond what it used to be and I'm not the fave to be withdrawing money from the games all the time. Pretty much everybody of my vintage went thru that. I don't have a problem with that as I don't have a lot of ego about poker, it's not even my main game. My comeuppance was delayed so maybe more stark when it arrived. But it is the way of the losing that seems bizarre, continuous coolers and huge underdog suckouts constantly by pros. I had my days in the sun, but so odd the way this perfect storm is coming down. BUT, if luck is the residue of preparation, gotta admit I don't prepare like I used to. But this kind of luck??I’m reporting on it for posterity. It continues to be historic/astronomic (sic). Right out of the gate tonight I flop quad nines in PLO (7d-9c-9d flop). I did not believe this hand was going to win. Checked around twice, of course I’m trying to let someone fill up. River 10d. Player bets out 100. He almost surely has tens full or the straight flush. I almost have to raise it. If I just call and I’m good it’s ridiculous. It is the straight flush. Floor is called over to make sure Omaha jackpot has not been reduced incrementally from the normal quad 10s. Nope. Just another savage flippin freak beat. This is my fourth near brush with a bad beat jackpot in one month.
I leave the table gonna take a break from it in a hold’em game. I have 8-8, raise, one caller. Flop 8-9-K. 10-Q calls me down, catches jack on river. I can only take so much of the boring hold’em. Back to the PLO.
Flop nut full on Q-Q-7 flop. My opponent has 6 outs. I have 38. He wins.
I Miss approximately 25 flush draws in a row, showing them continually in shorthanded game to guy next to me who also saw quad nines beat at other table. Shorthanded for hours, tons of hands per hour. Maybe 30 or 40 flush draws, three times I had both flush draws on turn. Nada. Meanwhile they catch flushes every time they draw at it. Zero percent on sets for first 12 hours after the quads beat.
Coup de gras? The nines again. I have A-9-9-10ds. Flop is K-9-3, two clubs, I have no clubs. Check to me, I bet pot 140 … two calls. Since the turn has to be a club, apparently, I start thinking about the 3c. It indeed comes 3c. Check to me. I bet 420. Dude check-raises me to 1100 something, all-in. Other dude cold calls it. Amazing. I just put it in, my last 500-some. Board is Kc-9c-3h-3c.
With this betting pattern, my hand isn’t really supposed to be good, of course. As it turn outs it is good. Dude who check-raised me has misread the board (this is like 8 or 9 AM, played all night). He didn’t see the 3c pair the board, thought he had the nuts with the flush. He has 2 outs with his aces. Other dude who called the errant check-raise cold has K-3 full. So he has 3 outs. (Be careful.)
What is the river? Amazing game.Thank you, thank you, thank you .... an accurate statement but with x in the wrong spot. Why would I make it up? I've been playing decades and never seen one-tenth of this. All the hands are verified and witnessed. I played 30+ years without making crap up about horrendous beats.
But I'm telling you, telling you, telling you (not to sound arrogant just for effect), that it is in the nature of reality what is happening. In a sense I asked for it and needed it ... and it came. It came from Jung's teleological universe. Shhhh now ... a secret ... I studied it in over one million pages and it came alive in the deck. Truer words have not been spoken.Uncle (almost)
Another session in the books, perhaps my penultimate one. First hand in hold’em waiting for omaha seat I have 7-7, flop 7-6-2, two diamonds. Check around. Turn Qh. I bet, get raised, and shove. He has a flush draw. He did this on the turn after checking the flop???? No problem (for him) … he’s got a winner. Next hand fold around to me on the button, A-K suited. Big blind re-raises, fast game, I put him on BS just playing back at button steal … nope, he has the one hand that utterly dominates me. And oddly, my A-K didn’t beat his A-A out of his stack that happened to me twice recently in this run.
Move to PLO. I made quads very early on on a 7s-6s-2c flop. Weird, same flop as in hold’em a few minutes ago. I raise and both opponents get all-in. Turn 7d. River is 4s and guy says, “That’s me.” What the hell does that even mean on a paired board, esp in a raised pot? I’ve been playing this game since the ‘80s, lol. He turns over 3-4-5-6 all black. I hardly cared, wasn’t going to be shocked. But it wasn’t the straight flush, just looked like it, and my quads held up, which is not something, I gather, most people worry about too much. They just kind of laugh at that subject.
That was the last hand I swept all night. Of couse I was still zero percent on flush draws, they nearly 100%. I had what might be close to a record free roll on a guy. We both had the same straight, huge pot. On the turn I had both flush draws and a bigger straight draw gutter. I think 20 card free roll? We chopped it. My bluff catching calls are still running at 100%, 2-for-2 on this session. But just can’t complete a hand. Worst streak I ever had of the 0% versus 100% flush/pair-the-board thing was one month … thirty years ago. 39 months this time.
I got more than a little testy toward the end, the end that is of over 3 years and 200 sessions of death. I apologized sincerely and told myself I might quit playing. I fully realize that I am not even a 50 percentile player in today’s climate. All the good players from back when have been weeded out, but it didn’t happen to me (til now). In fact I was kind of insanely hot for about 5 years. But it is the way that it is happening now that is so bizarre. Utter nightmare runouts galore and 4 brushes with the bad beat jackpots, none qualifying. Doesn’t really matter how it happens, I guess.
I have 15 black chips from one of the joints. The double quad nines, a winner and a loser, joint. Hmm.
The deck utterly deserted me in some kind of freakish way, and here’s why: this world is a quantum apparition that is based on perception and information. I am studying it. I am learning. There are no 200 billion galaxies, there is the appearance of it. Which is more likely? ask yourself … and then you are on a good track.
I once was lost in the shuffle (credits to Subby), but now it, the deck, is teaching me via its handiwork. About life, about Self. The deck is merely an extension of the quantum display that our senses are attuned to, and falsely consider to be “reality.” Makes sense to me.So I decide to just drop in the local small game for a few hours tonight instead of hitting the highway for the bigger game. I tell myself, nothing can really disturb me there, just gonna play two little buy-ins, no more, before movie date, and there’s nothing that can really get next to me. I’ve seen and taken all the beats already. But everytime I tell myself this, which is dozens of times in this run, something even weirder happens to give it the lie.
Three quick hands I have 9-J suited, 8-J suited, and 9-Q suited. Two deuces beats them all of course after total board run out. No problem. That’s a given for over 200 sessions. I’m A-Q of diamonds on the button, one limper in front of me. I raise, he calls. Flop is K-J-4, two diamonds. He checks and does deliberate call. Don’t know him, can’t tell if it is indecision, slow play, a straight draw, or just a middlin’ piece not wanting to let go yet. Turn is a king, great card of course, lol. He checks. I bet all-in, getting ready to find out what I’m up against. Again, an even much slower hem and haw. Several minutes of fiddling with his chips, maybe calling, maybe not. I have nothing of course. Then he “raises” it. Turns out he has K-J nut full so it was all pure hollywood. Jeezus. I’ve just been hollywooded by the nut full when I was all-in, waiting and waiting and waiting. I have never seen that one before. It gets weirder, the dealer counts out his raise and looks at me and says “175 more.” I have an all-in button in front of me and no chips anywhere near me. I’m speechless. I think I’ll just let it go for however long it takes, just staring at the dealer, not too cool by I’m way beyond my wits end. The player to my right in the one seat saves the situation and points out that I was all-in five minutes ago (before the guy was hollywooding the turn raise). “Oh, are you are in?” says the dealer, as if it is a difficult question.
I mean is it possible of all the thousands of flops not to be one where he has double gin (flop and turn), I have monster draw and in the betting lead … all the perfect trap. Is it too much to ask for maybe something else to happen, as if maybe they hadn’t rooted thru the deck to get perfect busto situation? That’s too much to ask?
Next hand I have 9-9 and flat a raise, 4-handed. Flop 5-5-2, two diamonds. Leader bets, both call in front, I raise. One call. Pure flush draw. He misses his nut flush, but don’t worry, the turn A left me with four outs. Now the point is not that I lost in this utterly routine, coin flip flop. It’s that for 3 years, 3 months, and 5 days now, I lost nearly 100% of these hands whichever side I was on. It’s so far beyond bizarre that randomness fails to explain it this side of sextillion-to-one territory. I realize that such a time span is not into the long run statistically. But those odds I quoted are for real. Yet here it is.
The hollywood nut full slow roll raise with me already all-in five minutes ago, waiting to see his hand (if he even calls), followed by the zero percent coin flip.
[x] Threatening my sanity
[x] Enlightening me on some of the universe’s mysteries
All in all, not a terrible trade-off at all. The deck is part of the universe therefore part of metaphysics, and metaphysics is more important than poker results per se.The game giveth and it taketh away. There seems to be a vein of reality, that if you ask for or attune to it, it will deliver a purposeful agenda, such as, for example, replacing one’s value system that overvalues your chip feats and undervalues your actual human worth (this a classic addiction) by delivering just the results, however statistically unlikely it needs to be, to do the job. Pause.
Since the deck is part of the universe and “reality” is just a quantum apparition anyway, there’s really no problem with this hypothesis in terms of physics or metaphysics. Indeed, when we are forced to choose between trillions-to-one randomness or this “quantum agenda” as possible explanations, the latter is more reasonable. He who forgets the nature of the universe when handicapping its goings on, opting instead for oversimplified perception-based assumptions, is not on a very good track to understanding anything, except that is, as a shortcut to approximating what might happen, i.e. generic statistical likelihoods. That’s not my tack here.So, you know that one or two percent of sessions where everything goes wrong, where you can count on the worst card possible coming in all key situations, and the whole session is just you have no possible win. Well, I have that pegged at about 1 or 2 % over the decades, not sure about that stat, just an educated guess. Well, what happened here is 90 percent of sessions were like that over a 250 session sample (over 3 years). I would not have thought it something you would run into realistically.
The other night I went one more buyin than usual after a session of exactly that, all hands lose, all runouts are death. So the first hand on the extra buy in I'm heads up with the raiser, PLO, I flop the second nut straight, a flush draw, and a straight flush draw. I check raise, he raises, we get in. The context is 3 years+ of death run. The guy turns over the four perfect cards to give me no win in the hand. Very, very very strange.
During the whole streak - and I certainly had historic streaks the other way - there's been the odd phenomenon of the player next to me being not just on a heater, but on an insane once in 10 year or so heater. Three years now. Again last night, at all five tables the player on my immediate left was white hot. The first table, hold'em, player to the left played all 22 hands to the river til I left. Had something almost every time. I could never beat two deuces of never had any draw. So I move up and the guy to my left again, every single pot he raises and mixes it up. Except for one. I look at K-K utg. 7 min calls and a player comments, "that's the first pot not raised at this table in hours." No remotely playable hand the next 3 hours. None.
So getting weeded out in today's insane climate is certainly a reality for most, especially old school guys. But I am quite shocked that it is like this, with an epic run of hands that defies all probability (except for one). I'm a, was always, a semi-pro recreational player. Pros now get 3, 2 or even 1 out on me and they are winning 90% of the time, spectacular, I get near 20 outs and two deuces beats the bust out draw thousands of times, at 90 % rate. For THREE YEARS. I think I have heard of players talking about such runs, maybe seen glimpses of it happening to them. It's way over trillions-to-one odds yet happened. No problem. Tilts me as I'm looking at it, but that's just while at the table. Afterward, it seems very wise and tailored even. It happened. Seeing it was a thousand times more bizarre than I can describe. I'm no longer a poker player.Just another card trick from last night. My last brush with bad beat ... had six of them lately ... I lose 83% of them, none quite qualify. I have 6-8 of hearts. Flop is 4h-5h-7c. Nuts. Someone is getting ready to make a straight flush in hearts. But it's not me. Turn is 2h. Dude makes steel wheel. Dude has trip sevens. Remarkable. If it comes the 7h, I have straight flush and beat the steel wheel and quads. Amazing to see these freak hands, always ending in AMC gone. I became the cooler center of the universe for a 250 session sample. At one hundred times expectations and it wouldn't stop. Indeed didn't stop last night, my last serious session anyway. Maybe not for life, but for a long time. I've quit in my head. Can't fight it. The whole thing I used chip feats for in my head needed fixing, so the universe delivered. Beautiful, in a way, if tortuous.Another card trick from last night. The guy that beat my quad nines, jack high diamond straight flush on the river, a few weeks ago, mentioned something about it ... you getting any quads beat lately I hope not, he said. Friendly. As he said it, they flopped 9d-9c-8d. Turn ace. This is the second time the quad nine beat was brought up days later, each time as they brought it up, the board reproduced the quad nines nuts with jack-high diamond straight flush possible as we discussed it. Seems a little unlikely, I don't know how many tens of thousands to one. So I say jack of diamonds on river and then this hand we are talking about has reproduced itself again. It didn't come. Came the third 9 on the river and an ace each split the pot. I'm in a vein of the weirdest thing the game has ever shown and it makes perfect sense.
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