A losing day at Grand Waldo poker room, no luck at all.

I hold K-3 of clubs. There is a strong local player at the table which is killing everyone, two players have busted out because of him already. He is playing aggressively and he is getting good cards. He raises to $50, the player in front of me checks, and I check to it too.

The flop is all clubs, Jack high. I have make the flush draw I need.

The local guy checks, the player in front of me bets $100. I think for a while, and I bet $200, I think if one of them has the Ace of clubs, I will be reraised.

The local boy reraises to $500, and the player in front of me moves all in very quickly. Now there is a big problem for me.

I think one of them has the Ace of clubs, very big possibility but I am not sure who. I think it is highly unlikely all three of us have two clubs in our hand. It is possible but the chance is just too remote. I don’t think the player in front of me has two clubs, he has been playing wildly and he could have anything. Maybe he has two pairs or a set.

I think the local boy probably has the Ace of clubs, I need to decide whether his other card is also a club. Maybe he is reraise to force me to gamble. I think for a very long while, and I move all in, knowing that the local boy will call me because I only have $500 left in front of me. I am praying that there will be no clubs on the turn and the river.

The turn is the nine of clubs. I know I am dead.

The local boy asked me, ‘You have two clubs?’ He turns over his clubs of Ace and ten. I am behind him all the way.

I do not think I have made the wrong move. I could only lose to one card, and this is my chance to knock the best player out. I have very good cards but his cards are even nicer. Sometimes there are situations in poker that you just have to go bust. The odds and chance is that I will be better off if I go all in here, I would have win most of the hands.

Today is just not my day.