Rebecca was right last night when she pointed out that poker is a game of endurance. By eleven last night I was super tired and on my last legs. It was the last hand of the night and it was my deal. I'd done fairly well up until then, having about $15 after starting with $10. Not bad, but not great.
I figured I would end the game on an interesting note, so I dealt a new game called Omadraw, based on Omaha, but with a draw phase after the flop. Either way, it gets down to just two cards you can play out of your hand. That's the way I like it. Do all the funky stuff you want, but end up with two playable cards and five on the board.
That way I can at least run the odds. I know that if there is a pair on the board then the best hand is four of a kind, or more likely, a full house. Failing that, if there are three of a suit on the board the best hand is a flush. Otherwise the best hand is a straight. And a straight, the nut straight is what I had. But I was bleary eyed and couldn't believe it. So as the amount of money in the pot went up and up and up I just kept calling.
I ended up winning, given that I had the nut straight. I guess the late night was having it's effect on everyone. That one hand doubled me up, giving me $30 for the night, and the win at the table. Though Lori had the high water mark record with $38 earlier in the evening.
It's definitely an endurance game. Keeping your concentration for hours is really tough. I have no idea how the world series guys do it. My guess is that they take regular long breaks.
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