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The Care and Feeding of Donks

I love it when I beat a "professional poker player" with a hand that they thought was somehow not supposed to beat them. Then later in the game, they win with the exact same had that I was called a donk for, but then it was their uber poker skiils and keen grasp of the intricities of Poker that allowed them to win.

I'll probably add more later.
It's later:
Ok, I can see the reason for the anger... I was in the 4th hand of a $1000 Saturday tourney, I got A4h for the pocket, bet accordingly, then the flop was that magical 235. Yep, got the straight on the flop. All In of course, due to the betting being weak. The turn and river did nothing. So hey.. got this one, right? No, a FAT FREEKIN COW had called and played 64 off. Rage? that's a rather mild description for what I was feeling.

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