If you are a history buff then the title of this post might be intriguing. But the kings that I'm talking about are also knows as cowboys. In a three hour session, I was dealt pocket kings three times!
There was some straddling going on and I saw a few flops but couldn't connect. The first hand of significance I played:
I put out a blocker bet on the river and he raised. This should have been an easy fold. An orbit later I got dealt black kings:
Usually I prefer to rebuy instead of adding-on but in this hand, I wish I had added-on. Two hands later, I got dealt two red kings. Seat 9 was a calling station and he could show up with any two.
I got up to about $340 and then had several hands that were second best. It was to be my last orbit before calling it quits when I looked down at pocket kings again:
I butchered the hand on the flop. I was first to act on the flop and grabbed a stack of red chips with my right hand. There is no betting line at the MGM. I was going to cut-out $50 but by the time I had dropped two red chips, the villain moved his whole stack in. I looked at the dealer who shrugged.
The villain said, "I am going all-in, no matter what you do." He was telling me he had an ace! So, I left the two red chips that were on the felt as my bet and moved back my hand with the rest of the chips. The dealer said that the action was back on me. I should have folded.
And the very next hand, I got the final nail in the coffin:
Just like the pharaohs in Egypt, I got buried with the kings. I did my own digging though.