So, half the field gone after 9 levels, but I need to find something fast or I'll be joining the walk of shame.
And suddenly I find a dream spot....
We are on a PLO8 rotation, there's an open, & Mr Splashy, who can barely see over his chip stack, 3 bets. It gets to me & I look down at....
Yes please. My first 4 bet all night, might even be all trip.
Opener folds, Mr Splashy has a good dwell up (there's no shot clocks or time banks). Then asks to see my stack, & after a further dwell, calls.
Whatever the flop brings, I'm jamming.
It comes....
It's hard to imagine a better flop for my hand!
Yo my surprise, Splashy sets me in. Fine.
He tables K-10-3-2. (?!), but it's Omaha, ranges are wide, & he's flopped 2 pair.
Hard for me to miss though, it feels impossible to not get at least half.
But it came
& that was that.
We've all been there, such is poker.
0/4 now, eek.
