Bring the Pain!

So I played in a great 40/80 game last night at Oceans-11. Only a couple of real tough spots and a lot of easy spots. Eventually we got short handed and we played 3-handed for a while.

Mike, Wayne, and me played 40/80 with overs. Since we were all overs, it was actually 40/80/160. Preflop the blinds were still 20 and 40. But the bets on the flop were in 80 dollar units and the turn and river were 160 dollar units. Mike eventually went busto, and had to rebuy. When that happened he said we wanted to take overs off, since he didn't have enough chips to properly play overs. So we did for a little while. I couldn't seem to win a hand. As soon as Mike won some chips we went back to overs I seemed to start winning again.

And then Brenda stepped into the box. Now I'm not superstitious, nor do I believe in bad luck, good luck, luck charms, lucky seats, hot seats, cold seats, good dealers, bad dealers, etc. However whenever Brenda sits in the box, she always seems to deliver the pain to me. Case in point, I'm dealt pocket aces in SB, and 3-bet preflop. Flop comes 643. 2-bets go in 3-ways. Turn is a 3. I lose to Mike's 23o. Very next hand, I have pocket queens. I lose to Mike's A7 suited.

Fortunately, despite these abominations of hands short-handed, granted the A7 wasn't too bad, I still had a good night and booked a 3.5 rack win.