Sometimes, You Just Gotta Walk Away

Yesterday, I went to a friends house for a BBQ and cash game. I sat there for over 2 hours and didn't get any cards worth playing, and only paid the blinds. Another game of no-limit fold'em for me. So I lost about 5 bucks just in blinds,(.25/.50). Then I got a flush right as I was about to leave...and ended up cashing out $7 up. What a loooooooooooong time to wait for one hand!

Then I went to Dallas Nite Club to play. The first session was okay--I ended up at the final table again, and went out at 6th again, I believe.

The second session was a total farce. The table I was seated at had a bunch of idiots at it. They were calling everything--regardless of how large a bet it was, and they were playing shit cards. I was getting more and more pissed. Especially because I was playing good cards, and getting sucked out on. Including when I had pocket Queens and raised pre-flop 7 times the BB. When I paired an Ace on the board--one of the idiots kept calling my raises...and got an 8 on the river for trips. Clearly he had no idea how to play....and I was so friggin pissed that I wanted to go punch the asshole and turn the table over. So I left the table and walked away....and then I didn't feel like talking to anyone after that---but I didn't want to leave the bar yet.

Now, I'm not really the kind of person that gets that angry...but I think it was probably the stress of the week (my dog passing away) and the run of bad cards that made me so frustrated and angry. Not to mention that the alcohol that I was drinking wasn't giving me that nice fuzzy feeling---maybe I was just programmed for anger last night.

Another friend of mine got sucked out on, also....and he was pissed too. So pissed that he walked away too. Maybe last night was the night for asses.