I don't know if the cosmos are messing with me, but every time I go all-in with the expectation—nay, the intension—to lose, I flop a flush, or catch a full boat, or complete the nut straight on the river. Do the poker gods find humour in misplacing my miracle hands?
Perhaps I've gotten ahead of myself. Let me start over. I've been playing a few free games around town lately with a couple friends who are easing back into poker. I used to frequent the bar game scene a lot back in college. They are fun, but not profitable. That being said, I usually do my best to stay in longer than my friends so that I don't sit around bored, waiting for them to either win or bust out. In fact, when one of us loses and have plans for the rest of the evening, the other usually loses up. "Loosening up" occasionally means going all-in with any two cards...usually more than once.
I know, you hate that guy, I hate that guy, but we've all been that guy. All-in with 3 6. All-in with 2 8. Winning everytime. It may not respect the game, but sometimes people need to be reminded that it is free poker.
The point of the story is this: when I want to leave, I can't! The poker gods give me gold time and time again. I can't help but think of what I could do with that kind of luck in a serious game, but I never get a chance to find out.
It's not just me. It has been my experience that anyone who has checked-out of the game becomes chip leader in no time. Why? The rational answer falls in line with me previous posts. Our perception focuses on the bad beats, bad luck spawns bad decisions, everyone goes on tilt, blah blah blah. Maybe. Or maybe it is my fate to win certain games. Maybe the player who wants to lose can't because he was predestined to win. The devil is in the details, and the poker gods may be in the cards.
It will probably be a cold day in hell before you find faith in poker, so until then, don't give up on skill. And I'll try not to be "that guy."