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what are they hoping for, or, fish in a barrel, knock on wood, don't look backward and don't question good fortune 2008-05-29 - 9:04 a.m. For the most part, the humble Peachfront tries to resist the urge to bore other people with tedious stories about tedious card games. But, ever so often, something happens which leaves you scratching your head and going, So WTF exactly were they hoping for? And I'm still scratching my head about this one. It's a 20/40 LHE game "somewhere in the south." I'm seated on the button immediately to the right of a perfectly nice young Asian man whose life philosophy seems to be, "Any two will do!" To his right, is a quiet Asian man who plays under the nom de guerre F.M. -- a nickname he apparently gave himself after having flabbergasted enough of his opponents by winning with his favored hand 72 and 52 offsuit. (It isn't black magic, it isn't white magic, it's you-know-what magic.) Therefore, when everyone folds to me, I don't necessarily think that I'll be able to steal the blinds with my J8 "but it's sooted." But I actually think my hand has a halfway decent chance of being as good or better than their average range of hands. And I certainly expect it to be easy to play. The flop comes Jack rag rag, two spades -- immediately foiling my clever plan when it comes to the "easy to play" part. Fine, go to Plan B. I'll just out-play my opponents. Check, check, I bet my top pair, no kicker. Small Blind "Any Two" then check raises. F.M. was planning to do the same thing, but now the air is taken out of his tires, and he folds. I'm now heads-up. Small blind doesn't have an overpair because he would never pass up the three bet on the pre-flop. He could have a Jack-anything or he could have a smaller pair or, well, there's a lot of things he could have, but looking at the board, I think the most likely hand he has is a Jack with an unknown second card. If he'd let F.M. into the hand, it would be different, because F.M. will be happy to check-raise with air, but this young man probably has something. Me, I have Jack-no kicker and (I think) the chance to blow him off a bigger Jack if another spade falls. So I decide to call down. Rag on the turn. He bets, I call. No new information there. Small spade on the river. He bets. I raise. Long pause. Hoo boy. What can he have to call my raise other than a halfway decent Jack or a small flush, both of which beat me? He finally shoves the chips out to call my bet. I figure I'm lost as I flip over my top pair, no kicker. "I was just kidding around, I'm sure you beat that," I say. "Nice hand." But I guess it wasn't that nice, because he quietly mucks with no comment. A classic case of I think I'm bluffing and I've got the best hand all along. And I still have no idea what Any Two had in his hand. But I guess I'd better not question success. Summary: The new venture had its best weekend to date. May our auspicious fortunes continue. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford