A man who’s convinced he’s about to die will often find a way to make it happen.
Playing 6 handed at the 100k table today this happened
It limps to me in the bb and I have A10 suited with 2 opponents in the hand. With 100% frequency I should be raising in this situation. But I have a weird feeling of dread come out of nowhere and decide to take a free flop.
I flop the nut flush and my sense of impending doom amplifies. A straight flush is very unlikely here but, I just feel like something is about to go terribly wrong. I check and the opponents both check.
The turn brings 4 to a straight flush on the board. At this point I’m done with this hand. My premonition has come to pass.
But both opponents check again. I must be good now. Nobody checks here with a straight flush, right?
The river changes nothing. I tell the voices in my head to shut up and put out a reasonable river value bet, hoping to get called maybe by the Kc or Qc. I get massively raised. I’m pretty sure he has the SF now, but I call because I’m a curious fool and of course he has it.
What’s weird about this is had I not had any psychic premonitions I would have raised preflop and IronDome would certainly have folded his 104o. And had he called preflop he would certainly have folded on that flop. Or maybe he would have called down and I would have gotten wrecked worse than I did. Did I lose the minimum or the maximum? This is going to keep up at night for some time.