Victor
08-23-2004, 05:17 PM
Live Local 5-10 game
The game is super loose, sometimes aggressive and will end in about a half hour. Because of this everyone is going far too far with there hands and acting quite rowdy.
I am in the small blind and look down to see black aces. There is a straddle and 6 callers when it gets to me. I raise and the BB calls and somewhere along the line someone reraises and when all is said and done its 9 way for $25 dollars each before the flop.
The flop is 2 8 9 rainbow. I bet and everyone calls
The turn is 2 8 9 [3] completing the rainbow. I bet and the big blind calls and a few others fold and a few call. 5 see a river of:
2 8 9 3 [7]
Here is where things get messy. One of the people who I thought folded was a tight weakfish player who rarely loses a showdown and generally knows whats goin on. He also talks and a lot, needling dealers and players (with good nature). Anyway, there was good deal of commotion going on and I was a little flustered due to my tenuous position. As I bet out on the river I say, “well, since Dan (not his real name) folded I know I am good.” Of course, Dan somehow has cards and calls? my bet. He flips over pocket sevens for the rivered set. Well, I am a little pissed about getting rivered but I have had worse beats and I’ve learned to take these things in stride. Anyway, I give him a little [censored] about sucking out (he had odds though to call though) and especially about not raising on the end when he hit. He just say, “well, I felt bad.”
Then I feel strange about the situation. I thought he folded. I run it in my mind but can’t be sure. I am really pissed at myself for not paying more attention. This guy is a regular, about 45-50 yrs old. He is sitting next to another regular and his girlfriend (about my age 23) was standing behind him. The guy next to him is a total a-hole and especially does not like me as I have consistently outplayed his calling ass all night. They are whispering back and forth and seem to be discussing something. Dan is conspicuously quiet and disconcerted otherwise. He always talks loud, with easygoing confidence. His girlfriend looks especially concerned. I study their faces and know that something had happened and I run things in my head but can’t figure it out.
The night ends and I cash out up about 350. Still, that hand knaws at me as I drive home. The bad beat means nothing, I just wish I had payed more attention. What happened? Why did the vibe change? Did he not fold? Did he keep his cards? Did his crony slip him a seven? Whatever it was, I missed it.
I’m driving away. F*ck it, I was up. Its over now. I go drink.
I show up the next day to play again. As, I am playing, Dan pulls me from my table. He tells me he cheated. He had folded but the dealer did not take his cards (there was a lot of commotion and the dealers are not top notch so this is no surprise). He gives me the full amount of the pot and says he has been trying to be honest since he has been in and out of AA. I am shocked and glad that to have 270 more dollars. Later, I see his girlfriend (she is a dealer at these game). She tells me that she made Dan give the money to me.
There are two main morals of the story I think:
1. ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION. No matter how crazy things get, maintain a clear focus as it will save you a pot someday.
2. All men really care about is getting laid.
Corollary: Don’t fold the turn with a pair when you are getting 25:1
The game is super loose, sometimes aggressive and will end in about a half hour. Because of this everyone is going far too far with there hands and acting quite rowdy.
I am in the small blind and look down to see black aces. There is a straddle and 6 callers when it gets to me. I raise and the BB calls and somewhere along the line someone reraises and when all is said and done its 9 way for $25 dollars each before the flop.
The flop is 2 8 9 rainbow. I bet and everyone calls
The turn is 2 8 9 [3] completing the rainbow. I bet and the big blind calls and a few others fold and a few call. 5 see a river of:
2 8 9 3 [7]
Here is where things get messy. One of the people who I thought folded was a tight weakfish player who rarely loses a showdown and generally knows whats goin on. He also talks and a lot, needling dealers and players (with good nature). Anyway, there was good deal of commotion going on and I was a little flustered due to my tenuous position. As I bet out on the river I say, “well, since Dan (not his real name) folded I know I am good.” Of course, Dan somehow has cards and calls? my bet. He flips over pocket sevens for the rivered set. Well, I am a little pissed about getting rivered but I have had worse beats and I’ve learned to take these things in stride. Anyway, I give him a little [censored] about sucking out (he had odds though to call though) and especially about not raising on the end when he hit. He just say, “well, I felt bad.”
Then I feel strange about the situation. I thought he folded. I run it in my mind but can’t be sure. I am really pissed at myself for not paying more attention. This guy is a regular, about 45-50 yrs old. He is sitting next to another regular and his girlfriend (about my age 23) was standing behind him. The guy next to him is a total a-hole and especially does not like me as I have consistently outplayed his calling ass all night. They are whispering back and forth and seem to be discussing something. Dan is conspicuously quiet and disconcerted otherwise. He always talks loud, with easygoing confidence. His girlfriend looks especially concerned. I study their faces and know that something had happened and I run things in my head but can’t figure it out.
The night ends and I cash out up about 350. Still, that hand knaws at me as I drive home. The bad beat means nothing, I just wish I had payed more attention. What happened? Why did the vibe change? Did he not fold? Did he keep his cards? Did his crony slip him a seven? Whatever it was, I missed it.
I’m driving away. F*ck it, I was up. Its over now. I go drink.
I show up the next day to play again. As, I am playing, Dan pulls me from my table. He tells me he cheated. He had folded but the dealer did not take his cards (there was a lot of commotion and the dealers are not top notch so this is no surprise). He gives me the full amount of the pot and says he has been trying to be honest since he has been in and out of AA. I am shocked and glad that to have 270 more dollars. Later, I see his girlfriend (she is a dealer at these game). She tells me that she made Dan give the money to me.
There are two main morals of the story I think:
1. ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION. No matter how crazy things get, maintain a clear focus as it will save you a pot someday.
2. All men really care about is getting laid.
Corollary: Don’t fold the turn with a pair when you are getting 25:1