Why you gotta do that to me Lady Luck?

I check-raised all in on the turn. My opponent put me on trips and thought he had a lot of outs, so he called. I actually had a straight. He catches the flush on the river. Agh.

Earlier that night, I actually had trips. Caught it on the flop. The turn card was a king, matching the top card on the flop. My opponent bets. He might have 3 kings. I call. The river is a queen. He checks. He’s got a certain look on his face. I check right behind him. His full house beats my full house.

I’ve learned to accept the bad beats. They’re a part of poker. They’re a part of why I love the game.

They still rattle me, though, so I had to document them here in the weblog to get them out of my head.