Poker is a Fickle Mistress

While this is not a new, nor particularly insightful, observation, rarely does her mind change so quickly.

I spent a frustrating 40 minutes on a $20 SnG table, watching my fellow players just bleed chips away playing second and bottom pairs. All the while, I sstared at 83o after 83o in my hand. When I did get playable cards, the board could not wait to miss me by as far as possible. And I went out in 6th to a rivered gunshot.

Fed up, I headed to the $25 NL tables, posting a blind one from the button. I get Kings. I call a raise to $2, as did two others. Flop is A72 with two hearts. Pre-flop raiser bets $3 and I know he has an ace, but what the hey, it's only $3. Turn is K of clubs. I raise his $5 all-in. He calls with AJo and I double up. Within 20 minutes, I'm up another $30, making two other (hidden) sets.

What was I saying about needing to play those tables more often?