Mind Of A Madman

liquid's YTD: $727.56

Imagine you are playing pot-limit Omaha. You have been dealt 2d 9h 3s 4d in early position. What do you do? Fold, you say?

Wrong, you limp in.

The flop brings 9s 5h 5c, giving you top pair with dung for kickers on a board that's paired. There is a pot-sized bet from late position and one caller. What do you do? Fold, you say?

Wrong! You raise. But just the minimum.

The original raiser responds with another pot-sized bet. The caller folds. What do you do? Fold, you say?

Wrong again -- you call.

The turn brings 6c, giving you a 13-out straight draw on a paired board. What do you do? Check, you say?

Good for you! Your last iota of reason compels you to check.

The original raiser dumps in another pot-sized bet. What do you do? Fold, you say?

Pshaw! Call.

The river brings 7c, and your monster runner-runner ass-end straight beats a 5d with a couple good kickers (Ts Ad 4s) that never came. You were an 87% dog on the flop, and a 70% dog on the turn, but luckily your loser foe has been victimized by similar bizarre and painful beats over the past two days, dropping four buy-ins in the process.

Congratulations, you are a Party Poker Champion!

I am bitter beyond my years.