A9s in BB vs. steal + resteal

This was a 5-10 hand online that I thought was pretty interesting.


Folded around to a liberal, possibly loosish raiser 2 off button, who raises. Strong, aggressive player in cutoff re-raises. Button, SB fold. BB has Ah9h. What is your play if you are BB?


In the hand, BB 4-bet (the cap). First raiser folds, cutoff calls.


Board comes down 3s-3d-Kh/9c/6h. On every street, BB bet and cutoff called. BB shows, cutoff mucks (hand history reveals he had AQ).


Thoughts?

Lucky the 9 fell.


Not like my mate Rob.


Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.

He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an

e-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to Laughline, who was

sponsoring a "worst job experience" contest. Needless to say, she won.

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had

A bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at

work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's

not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first

must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies

at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This

time of year, the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this:

We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of

Shit sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.

It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a damn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is I

take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my

whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything

was going well until all of a sudden, my ass started to itch. So, of

course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my

ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage

was done. In agony, I realized what had happened. The hot water machine

had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now since I don't

have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the

crack of my ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was

an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my ass. I informed the

dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with 5 other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make 3 agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water,the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube

of cream and told me to rub it on my ass as soon as I got in the chamber.

The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't shit for 2 days because my

Asshole was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, or on the golf course, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your ass.