I hate it when you have a load of limpers into a pot - you decide to raise. Everybody folds.
Apart for one.
He turns over two overcards to your pair of eights. One of his cards is paired on the river and your night in the tournament is over.
It happened again tonight.
I am sure it will happen again so I won't bitch and moan about it.
Well...
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