I used to be superstitious, but now I let the poker gods sort things out

What a bizarre evening of poker. I don't even know what to make of it.

My reads were off, but at least I followed through on them. I take solace in that because most of the time, my reads are pretty damn good, and I would have felt worse if I had made weak folds.

These ultra-tight players kept making strange moves that I couldn't quite grasp. One tighty called my TT middle position raise with KJo from the button and then flopped trips. My notes said that he has been raising my continuation bets as bluffs, so I put him to the test on the turn. Woops.

Then I ran KK into AA preflop. Hate that.

Then I collided with this one dude who, over 600 hands, had only raised 2 percent of his hands preflop. He raised from late position, I jacked it up to nearly 4X his bet with AA on the big blind, and he called. We got all in on a T-high flop, and he turns over 99 for a flopped set. OK, whatever.

Whatever, whatever, whatever.

So I'm nearing the end of my session down somewhere around two or three buyins. Then this hand happens -- one of the oddest I've seen recently.

At a 3/6 NL table, a short stack goes all in for $80 from middle position. A loose player to my right calls, I raise from the button to $250, and then one of the blinds goes all in for about that amount.

Both the CO and I call, and the flop came Q high! Cha-ching!

When I had sufficiently crippled the only other live stack in the pot, the cards were turned up: 66 from the original all-in raiser, AA for the guy to my right, KK from the all-in guy in the blinds.

I rake in a gigantic pot, enough to put me ahead for the night.

Was it ever in doubt?