Soft Spot

I'm uncertain whether it is proper to mention episodes of online poker in that I no longer play for money. Events that occur in the play money rooms seem to not merit the time spent writing or reading about them in that the game and players are often sub-par. Likewise, the big hands: straight flushes, four-of-a-kinds, etc., seem empty of real satisfaction, even when one gets paid. Yet, sometimes other things happen in the game that seems to spur a tale.

I have been playing a lot of six-handed O-8 ("a lot" being 50-100 hands a day). I sat at a table yesterday that seemed even-keeled, meaning that there wasn't a jackass raising up every hand preflop regardless of position, and the players seemed competent, including the player to my right. Until, after everyone folded, she (her name was Kathy) flashed a made Broadway on the big, rainbow flop.

"I don't think we doubt your credibility." I typed after the hand.

"?"

"Your flash."

"I always do that."

"OK." Who am I to discourage (when I already did)?

The game continued. I cannot remember how I was doing, except to say, as I have in the past, these games are extremely soft, and I rarely leave down (Big deal!).

I was the BB with suited Kings, checked, and saw a flop with two more to match, plus a Ten. The SB, Kathy, checked, as did I, and as did the other four players. The turn was a Queen, and Kathy bet, I raised, and everyone else folded to Kathy, who then re-raised. Well, you know the rest.

"Creep."

"I was waiting."

Now, my dear, mere handful of readers, you know that I played this well. And you also know that I do not wish to endure ill will, even in a virtual environment, so you will also understand that with all of these factors combined, it was nothing for me to donk off a bit of my winnings to her the very next hand.

"Better?" I asked.

"At least I bet my hand."

As did I. As did I.