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I've been having chest pains and hypoglycemic reactions lately.
I decided to finally go to the Doctor.
The Doctor told me that I'm not going to have a heart attack. I liked that.
He did tell me that I was crazy though. (not really)
Basically, I worry/stress/think too much. My Physician started asking me pyschological questions. He knew my phychological problems by how they affected my body outwardly. It was weird. I figured I didn't have a heart problem though. I figured it was from stress. This guy was calling me out though. He asked me about OCD's. (Don't watch me set the alarm clock.) I like going to the Dr. just to hear them say: RELAX!
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I got my relax on by playing poker at The Vortex. Before I went in I told myself that it's just a game and it's OK if you lose because it's just for fun. It's amazing how much fun you'll have doing something when you just do it for fun. (That may not make sense, but it makes sense to me.) Anyway, I played pretty decent all night long and some how found myself at the final table for the second week in a row. I didn't have alot of chips, but I played conservatively.
All of a sudden there's only three of us left. The big stack had about 90% of the chips though. My goal was to atleast get second so that I could qualify for the Winner's Tournament. I barely made it this far because I went all in with an Ace-6 off and managed to hit a straight on the river to survive for a little while longer. Anyway, I started hitting my flops. I'd just check in the big blind with a K-3 of diamonds and hit two pair. I'd play a Jack-4 off and hit top pair. This continued for atleast 30 minutes.
Short stack is in the big blind and won't even be able to call the big blind next hand. I look at my hole cards: Pocket Aces!
I call him all in. Big stack calls, short stack calls as well.
3 Diamonds come out. I glance at my cards and see that I have the Ace of Diamonds. We check. Another Diamond falls. I go all in. Big stack thinks about it for a while then folds. Short stack has a pair of Kings. I take it down.
At this point I don't really care if I get second or first because I have already qualified for the tournament by atleast getting second. The cards keep hitting though and next thing you know, I'm the big stack.
I'm in the big blind. I get dealt an 4-8 of hearts. Small blind calls. I check. 5-6-X flops. I check. He checks. No help on the turn. He bets 20K, the minimum bet. I call to see if I can hit my 7 on the river. It falls on the river! I act like i'm thinking about it for a while and decide to go for the trap and I check it down to him. He comes back at me with 40K. I go all in. He calls. I got him.
He shows two pair. I have a straight. Game over.
Regardless of winning. That was one of the most fun 30 minutes of poker that I have ever played, but then again I was getting cards for those 30 minutes.
If you read this post you are either bored and enjoy poker stories. Word.