Bad Beat: for those not familiar with this term of Poker, a bad beat is when to get your game you realize you have a juegazaso ... mathematically highly unlikely to get much more unlikely to overcome in the same game as strong as a mule kick in the ... those where the sun does not hit ... BUT STILL LOSE. Obviously when you get one of these games almost've won ... CASI is causing the Bad Beat when against all odds, your Poker of 10 would win in 99.9% of the time, lost to a bastard who had nothing and continued playing it and by sheer fucking wey lucky ... or regular math ... hits that .001% chance and get to the final of the J's Poker, you scream! kick! hit the table! ... but in the end you have to give up and accept that you suffered a Bad Beat Kaon!.
And speaking of real life ... happens when this is repeated several times ???... ps easy! the hell are you doing! Bet on everything and trust that you will win and in the end you still not trust. You may call bad luck or bad luck, but it is a fact of life that is full of bitter sweet drinks and drinks, the sea has its moments of calm and moments of storm ... but it is when you have the goddamn storm rolled relentlessly and not end in sight, all fucked up, fallen and disoriented you turn to the sky and say "I was not it."
Well personally and without realizing it, I found myself on a rollercoaster of unfortunate events, a chingadazo here, there and lost a stroke right and left ... quieeeeeero believe the truth is over, because internally if I tell myself ... AND WAS NOT !!!!? But seriously I went wrong ... the body begins to fail giving me old-age paranoia, in poker has left me a bitch, fuck the car and fuck me good yarn fix, kicked left me on crutches for several weeks, I fuck the laptop from scratch , work up to a rate less slavish in the appropriate days, my grandmother is dying, I had some setbacks in the field sentimental, etc. etc. Whenever I was saying to my heart that the worst had happened and came another chingadazo.
After all this fuck ... ever want to be the before and spontaneity back forgotten in recent months ... I speak at midnight and so jumping out of bed and everything out to the bar, tell me the day before "Let's go to the beach" and get hours after a towel and flip flops due to the adventure, q I intend one day to noon and a poker game that night chingon put something in my house, going from week to have fun and not "leave it for the weekend ... Then Too Late ... and life is too short to worry, better have fun while we're here. And if they do not propose, I propose ... and if you want ps the chin ... I say, to find someone who will do anything lol.
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