Guruman sits in with Aaron W for a match.
I open up the table just in time to witness a stubborn tilting homey just looking to open up his .40 cent can of whoopass on ol' Aaron there. It is repeatedly and cordially explained that Aaron and I have a grudge against one another and are looking to settle the score. Forty cent doesn't want to give up his seat. I explain that he can't go all in at this table. He asks if we're scared of him. I hack his computer and shut it off, and Aaron and I get down to business.
A very controlled fold-fest ensues, with tons of value betting and river-calling going on. My checkraises are meaningless to Aaron, as he only likes to play hands that beat mine. After an early lead, I am sucked down the rabbit hole and into the great abyss.
<font color="red">Guruman loses to AaronW and calls his mother.</font>
