I've been calling all your bets so far. Calling and re-raising them at times.
They say in each session of poker, of all the hands you play, there are just three defining hands. Three hands that make you. Or break you. Three hands that you remember the next morning. Or the morning after that. Three hands that earn you respect. Or sympathy.
This is one of those three hands.
Once in a while you strike pocket aces. You raise pre-flop and the opponent folds. You win the blinds. But deep down you know you've lost. You check pre-flop, play the waiting game, and the opponent strikes gold on the flop. He raises. You re-raise to check if he's bluffing. he re-raises to assert that he's not. you know that it's time for you to fold. But the pocket rockets are too damn enticing.
This is one of those hands.
At a different table, at a different time, I would have gone all-in against you with the same hand. Gone all-in. And won. At a different table. At a different time.
But today I'll fold.
This is one of those three hands. For both of us.
So I'll fold.
Without waiting for the river card.
I'll fold.
Knowing that this is one of those three hands. Where I earn your sympathy.
And probably your respect.
