A few months ago, I wrote a post about "one last orbit" syndrome. If you play much poker, you've caught it once or twice. You rack your chips, get ready to walk, and look down at a GIANT hand. You play it out, and some one cracks your KK or AA and you end up leaving the table far lighted than planned.
Well, this afternoon I'm finishing up a quick 3 hour session at Delaware Park. My TAG Attack had worked again. I'm sitting on $835 ($535 profit) when I rack my chips (two racks, thank you), and attempt to make my escape as the big blind arrives. I say to Mo, the dealer, "I'm out". But Mo doesn't hear and deals me in. Rather than have the hand be a misdeal, I post my big blind. What's $2? But I tell Mo, "if I get my Aces cracked I'm gonna be pissed."
Six people limp in for $2 and I look down at my hand. You betcha - AA. I toss out the "extra" $35 from my rack of redbirds neatly lines in hundreds. Several players shoot me a smile; it folds around and I toss my AA face up into the muck, and tell Mo to keep the 14 whites in the pot. The hand cost me two bucks, but it was worth it for the story...