I am a steel freight train… I am a train wreck…
September 24th, 2006… and now, another (or a first) installment of poker as a metaphor for life…
Last night, a bunch of friends an I got together for a little poker night… It has been a while since I had played, but I started out pretty well…
About halfway in I was doing pretty well… I had been playing pretty conservative, the hands I really ‘played’ I won, and I was probably second in the chip count… I was cool… confident… more or less at ease in my game…
…and that’s when I they came along… the best two cards a guy can hope for before the flop… pocket aces… They were stunning… I knew from the first moment I saw them that this was going to be something special… It was all I could do just to keep my cool and play it slow…
I don’t remember exactly how things went down, but I played everything right… I bet well, but not so well as to scare everyone out of the pot… the flop didn’t seem to be any help to anyone… The turn paired a 4 and now it was down to me and one other player…
I bet and she raised, then I raised to put her all in… When we flipped over our cards she had pocket queens and I had my pocket aces…
… and then it happened… the dealer burned the top card and flipped up the river… and there it was… the queen of hearts… giving my friend a full house and me a lonely two pair…
… and so it goes with life some times… some times the most perfect and wonderful thing comes along… completely unexpected, but completely amazing… Then, just when everything seems to be going your way, and everything seems to be falling into place… BAM!, everything changes in the blink of an eye…
… sometimes, even the perfect thing just isn’t meant to be…