A BITTER MEMORY

I had planned on travelling to the UK Poker Open event in Banbridge tonight but cannot go, which is a great shame, as I've heard the tournaments are very well run. I may play the 100 game in the Fitz tonight or I may sit at home and wait for my long overdue Neteller transfer to hit my account.

I am really wishing I hadnt blasted $1500 off in a single hand at that 20/40 table last week.
Iit was a ridiculously retarded(and therefore funny) move of an out-and-out steam machine.

I had been playing very well and had just breached the 1900$(and was secretly promising myself the this roll wouldnt go the way of the $4k I had three weeks before) mark when I had a row with my girlfriend whilst playing a hand at a Six-Seat $2/4 NL table.
I had about 400 bucks in my stack and the villain had me covered. The hand was limped(3 callers) to me in the cutoff with A9s(the argument commences around now) - I raise it making it 18 to go.... the BB and a MP call. The BB is an out an out lunatic who has lost quite a few pots in succession.

The flop comes 567 with two of my hearts. BB bets $15 and MP folds. I'm very excited-(however the background noise is increasing due to my sheer lack of interest in the domestic debate) I waste no time in slapping in a healthy reraise of 60$. The villain pauses and then calls the extra 60 bucks.

Pot is circa $200.

The turn card pairs my ace and the wally open pushes. I'm almost certain that this guy is full of shit and I elect to call off the 300 odd dollars I have left.

To my delight he flips over 4 7 offsuit -- The subsequent 4 on the river gives him sevens up. Needless to say I was a full participant in the argument from that moment on.
10 minutes later, I return to my PC(seething somewhat) and I sit down at a good old 20/40$ NL with my remaing 1500 dollars. About 5 minutes later I am in the cutoff with Q8 offsuit. UTG folds and there are three smooth calls. I like any man in my position would, I decide to tank it. BB calls and everyone else folds. He has AJ and the board brings no help.

I only begin to give a shit about it two days later.

Who's the wally now?