In middle position, I look down at AK of spades and raise to 1800, three times the big blind. The big blind just calls. I'm a little short stacked, about 27K. The flop comes and between a 7 and a 2 lies that beautiful ace of clubs, so I shove it...
My friend in the big blind calls of course, with pocket jacks.
Yes, of course, jack on the river. Not quite knocking me out on the bubble, I place 574th of an original field of 3551.
I should feel good about this result - to have made it that far, as I usually don't. But I don't feel good. I feel bad. Poker makes me feel bad. Very bad.
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I'm hopeless. I'm a degenerate. I limp with aces. I raise with QJ. My favorite move is to bluff at scare cards and I do it all the time. I cry, complain, chase, and rebuy repeatedly in desperate hope of catching up. Follow me as I call, call, check-fold and bust out on the bubble.
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