My wife insisted on getting a dog for Christmas. A few days after, I'm playing 3/6 and I'm in a really bad run. I look at JJ on the button. MP open raises and CO cold calls. I 3-bet and as the other two guys are calling as my wife yells out my name from the front room.
I jump up to find the dog having massive diarreah explosions all over the living room. I'm cussing my ass off, running for some soapy water and a few towels to clean this shit up. I'm scrubbing and I realize, "my hand!"
I had timed out of course and they were on the river, capping the pot. My trip Jacks would've taken both of them with overpairs of KK and AA.
Damn dog. Damn wife.
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Get well soon, MCA!
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