Played poker again this weekend, and my rush has left the building. Got busted out on a desperation all-in; had Ace, Queen of clubs, figured that was about as good as it would get, and got called by a King(d), 4(s). Somehow, he made the King-high straight, and I was out. Yuck.
Still, not a bad night considering the cards I was getting. After I got dealt 8,5 off suit for the eleventh time in one night, I was reminded how much editing goes into televised poker to make what is probably a seven-hour marathon seem like a tight two-hour show (including Dave Foley's witticisms).
Made me feel a little better.
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