It's almost like I've been here before, the fear, the paranoia, the excitement, the anticipation, the dreams but most of all the disappointment. It reminds me of that hand I couldn't fold, the hand I bet it all on... and lost.
Yes, I've been here before, I almost ran blindly down that very same street, again... but this time I can lay the hand down, I can get away from it before I put in too many chips and I'm commited to seeing it through. Thing about these hands is you want to play them, the temptation is always so strong to play our favourite hands, the hands we usually get lucky with, just toss in the chips and see if you hit the flop but the price is too high to gamble and I know that now, now I can walk away.
If I hit the flop with this hand though I stand to win it all, her heart, the happiness and the companion I crave yet every instinct is screaming that I muck it and move on, Is that the fear? ghosts in the closet? Is it really there or am I just a coward?
Something says play on, The rational mind says fold, instincts say fold, common sense says fold, the odds say fold and I'm not yet commited, I can fold, I can get away from it but will I?
