Event Narrative with Map

Trips

My knuckles turned white as my left hand gripped the edge of the table. My right hand slowly turned up the edges of the two cards. I shifted my eyes away from my opponent and glanced at the cards. Two Queens. Upon viewing the cards I strained to keep a straight face and not illustrate my excitement. It was the first good hand I had gotten all night. Clock chimed 11:30 as I checked my opponent's bid. Placing in twenty chips, I resumed my game face. I was certain that he could not beat my pair of queens. The dealer flipped the flop. A seven of clubs, a two of spades, and there the third card: a queen of hearts. Even though I was the small stack, I was now situated to dominate this game. It was heads up for a two hundred dollar pot and I had just gotten trip queens. I placed in the minimum fifteen chips and my opponent checked. I was positive that he was bluffing since he undoubtedly could not have anything. The dealer flipped the next card. A five of clubs. Aggravated at the show of cards, I placed in twenty chips, trying to bully around the other kid. Surprisingly he checked my bet and raised my fifteen. I now stared long into his eyes. I had once read on a website that when a person gets excited his pupils dilate. Yet I did not notice any movement as I stared into those deep, mysterious eyes. Weighing all the possibilities I checked his raise. The dealer now began to flip the river. I knew that this card could either make or break me. A king of hearts. Excited I went all in, pushing sixty seven chips into the pot. The kid didn't move for a long time. He was thinking. Deciding that it was too late to go back now, he checked my bet and placed the game on the line. Whoever got this pot would win the game and go home two hundred dollars richer. I flipped my cards showing my trip queens. He stared long and hard at my cards. Adrenaline rushed through my body; a cold chill swept down my spine as my challenger began to flip his cards. Trip kings. Reaching across the table he took the spoils, like a pirate does his treasure. I had failed. Shaking the hand of the dealer, I gave my opponent a respectable nod and left from the game. As I somberly turned away from the table that night, a valuable lesson became instilled in my mind: never be too overconfident.