The poker last night taught me that having a brain fart can be deadly. In the league game I was tipping along nicely, I limped with KJ well out of any recognised position, chip leader to my immediate left min raised. Now I just called. What was I hoping for anyway. Was it the K83 flop, possibly, possibly not. I bet, he raised. Now I had 19k back more than enough to tough it out, think about the play and execute a disciplined fold. Oh no the feeling of invincibility washed over me, did I care that he could have AK, KQ, not at all. Did I care that he could have min raised with AA, not at all. I boldly went where General George Armstrong Custer would fear to go. Yep I shoved, he called and yes he had AA. I am not known for my depth of thought obviously. It was screaming at me but I studiously ignored the warning bells, klaxons and whistles. Still, never mind eh!!
