Alright, so last night, I decide I can take a nice short walk from IP after work over to the Harrah's poker room for a fishy 1/2 game.
I buy in for $200 and I will spare the details, but I was sitting with $490 within 20 minutes. The easiest money of my life.
I request a seat change though, because I can't see from 2 (blindness), so I move to seat 6. So far the table trend is limping and seeing lots of cheap flops which, although sometimes boring and a true test of patience, I enjoy.
So I hop in for $2 on the button with Q10 hearts. Flop comes Q8Q. SB bets out $10. There are 2 clubs on board, but I decide not to re-raise, just call. Turn comes the 10c. Beautiful for me if he's on the flush, as I have just boated.
River is a 2.
He bets $25. I raise to $50. He raises to $100, I really have him on the hook now....so I raise all in and he calls. Mind you, this guy bought in 2 minutes ago for $300. He shows Q8. So he flopped the boat and I turned a better one. At this point, I'm sitting around $780 and I'm ready to go, but I hate when people hit and run, so I decide to stick around one more orbit.
Yea, that's right, many of you say "uh oh" because you can feel the shitstorm that about to ensue.
Next time I'm on the button I say to myself "this is the last hand, then I'm out of here, up $600, what a beautiful 90 minutes." I look down on the button at AA. There is a straddle. Guy UTG of the straddle raises to $17, folds around. I make it $55 to go. Continues to fold around. Raiser calls.
Flop is 724 rainbow. He checks. I believe he has either missed AK or that he also has a monster and wants to check raise or reel me in. I bet $65 and now reflecting...perhaps I should have made it more. He thinks awhile, then calls. I am not buying a set here. I have a solid read here that this dude absolutely did NOT call my huge re-raise preflop with 22, 44, or 77 or any variety that would give him 2 pair. Turns out I am correct the entire time, but we'll get to that.
Turn is a 6. Still no flush draw on board. I am done effing around though, so I go all in. I have him way covered and at this point I want to pressure him into either folding or going for all his chips with a smaller monster than mine.
He sits and agonizes over it forever. Finally he calls....it was an additional $187 that he had back. Oh but wait....I forgot to mention 2 important parts here.... Exhibit A) while thinking if he's going to call he says "well you have the best hand right now for sure..... Exhibit B) he then pushes his stack in and says "oh well, I guess I have to gamble here." Just the statement an unlucky person such as myself wants to hear.
I turn over my Aces and he does not look surprised. He does NOT turn over his cards, until the river comes an 8. Then he can barely look me in the eyes as he says "I hit it." And turns over 56 spades.
I would love to hear the feedback here. I want to know what goes through his head calling my re-raise preflop, calling a fairly big bet post flop, missing the draw and then going for his entire stack on being a 22% dog.
BUT, before you reply, let me entertain you.
We all know I have little control over expletives and the force at which they exit my mouth. Well shall we say I had entered this evening kind of in a worn out, cruddy mood and although winning was cheering me up, I still had a lot of fight and fire, piss and vinegar....call it what you may...so I couldn't resist several things here.
When he made his Exhibit B remark, I said "wow, so you are going for it all on a draw against a girl, who obviously has Aces. You don't play poker enough to know that girls always re-raise when they have Aces? Wow."
I couldn't just leave it there though, I had to add "the joy you get of winning my money if you hit your dumb draw will not even compare to the pain of my boot in your ass." LOL!
At this point, the dealer is getting a little nervous and then does me the great favor of landing that 8 for the guy's straight. Several F bombs were dropped, at which point a floor was nearby and came and gave me a warning about my language and sportsmanship. LMAO
At that point, the guy is of course happy because he hit what he wanted, but he's also highly embarassed by the whole scene and so he tries to justify by saying "sorry, that is just how I always play." Followed by "oh great, well then you always play like shit. That is f***ing awesome. Great news everyone! I hope you're coming out on top with suckouts all the time. Bad play is rewarded constantly for people like yourself, and I'm the unluckiest person alive, so of course my made hand can't hold up against your shit."
At this point, the floor is about to make their second warning to me, but I'm already racking up what was left (yes, I still came out plenty on top, but that just screwed up my whole night and attitude and I didn't want the clown to get beat up by a short blond girl either, and trust me...it was coming). I think that is the most furious I have ever been in a cash game before.
Go ahead, let me have it. I know I acted inappropriately, but I can now at least look back and laugh a little bit. Because I can only imagine the scene as witnessed by the rest of the poker room.
And all I could think of afterward, besides how I should have been walking out with about $600 more than I had, was how I just had the ultimate Scott Cook Blow Up, and he didn't even get to see it. So my only choice was to provide you with some of my forum literature so that you can have a laugh at my expense.![]()
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