After I was knocked out of the tournament I went to play cash for a little bit. There was a young kid who came to the table who I had played with before. I said “Hi”. He said “I don’t know why I don’t just go ahead and move now as you always bust my chops.” Someone said “you two have a history?” and he said “yeah she busts me with hands like 5 7 and stuff.” I just smiled.

An hour passed. I had A 10 of diamonds. Flop is A(h) Q 4 of diamonds. Top pair, fair kicker and a four flusher. Four people in the pot. I check, a bet of $40, the kid calls the $40 and I move in for $180 more. I was more worried about the original raiser who was solid, than the kid. Kid just couldn’t stand it. He finally flashed A J offsuit, better hand at that time but I liked my chances. He finally folded but not without a lot of moaning and groaning. I didn’t show of course and he was grumbling about my having A K or flopping two pair.

An hour or so later, unraised pot, I have 5 7 off in the big blind. If anyone had raised the pot I would have been out .. but they didn’t. Flop comes 6 4 2. I check, three more people check, kid moves all in for $122. I insta-call, everyone else folds. I turn over my 5 7 – the hand he already remembered me for, he has a weak 6 – and an 8 hits the turn giving me a straight. He was NOT happy. What can I say, it was only $100, had he done that with $800 it would have been another story, but I wasn’t folding there, nor would he. Only thing which was funny it was the 5 7 he rememberd me for from prior sessions. I’m going to end up with that nickname from him I can see it now, no Queen of Diamonds, just Ms. 5-7 off. Ha.