The Story of the Bad Beat

Every person you speak to will tell you that they have suffered the worst bad beat in the history of poker. I know that I have been on the short end of some bad beats, but by no means would say that mine are the most traumatic.

I think at the end of the day it all works out for me. I have fluked out on more pots than those lost on a bad beat. The worst bad beat that has happened to me in recent time occurred during the weekend.

It was far into the game and I had a slight chip lead, enough for people realize I was having a good game. I was dealt pocket queens, everyone wanted to pay to see the blind so I made it as cheap as possible for everyone to see some cards. The tables showed low rags nothing that really helped me, but it seemed like there were no cards on the table that could hurt me. This time I made a small bet, to my surprise it was matched with an all-in call by the person sitting beside me. This early in the game there was no way that I was going to fold my hand and I called his bet.

I flopped down my pair of ladies and looked across the table to see a seven and three, off-suited. What was he thinking? I knew he now had a pair of threes, but come on. As you could probably imagine the next card flipped was another three, this gave my opponent three of a kind and allowed him to take most of my chips.

Whenever someone beats me, I try to be a good sport, but in this case it was hard.

Like I said before, I am sure that many of you have had bad beat stories, that’s one of my many and I am sure there will be more to come.