And with my one last gasping breath, - Chapter 4

Nothing screams out bad beats and ice cold decks like today's games for me. It was painful as hell.

To top it all off, my big attempts at grabbing pots get called:

3 7 8 10 J table, all in with ~350 chips into a pot of ~50 chips with A K bluff. And I get called by the only player on the table who could call such a big all in, with 10/7.

I was down a whopping 485 chips when there were ~40 chips left in my hands (mind you, we play 1 chip/2 chip blinds). It was the last round of deals before we ended. In one hand, I quadrupled up my chips. On the very last hand, I tripled up my chips, with pocket 7s on a table of 7 10 10 J J. To make things even more amazing, my opponents who were still battling it out while I was all in were playing A/A and Q/Q. The best I could have hoped for.

I end the game with 502 chips, and someone who had 23 chips of winnings tossed the bit into mine, making it 525 chips - the exact amount of my buy-in.

1. Thank you for the 23 chips.
2. Thank you for playing 3 nights of poker in a row with me.
3. Thank you whatever is up there for giving me the hands I absolutely needed (even though you're probably responsible for my earlier bad beats).

PS: This is more like a poker journal than a blog.
PPS: 4.5 hours clocked out. 4.5/24 hours to go!