Saved by Cero

[Matt Flynn]

$5-10 at the Shoe in Tunica. Cero Z's ensconsed in the 9 seat, sitting behind a lot of benjis and green clay as I take the 1 seat. Over the next hour, I play maybe three hands. He and the 6 seat, a man of maybe 52 named Ed, have been going at it almost hand for hand. They clearly have some history, at least two paragraphs if not a whole chapter. During the hour, Ed the 6th Seat bets a lot of hands hard and accumulates stacks of red and green. He is talkative and annoying. Condescending. He is running over the game. It takes me the full hour to realize that he is simply on fire, that he never bets big without the goods, and that he is weak. All the time Cero played what seemed to be far too many hands, but then I realized the steal equity just wasn't being realized. I reconsider the laydowns Cero made vs. the reads I had. Cero got game. Cero just don't got a flop.

Finally, I pick up AKs. Two limpers to me, make that $50 sir. Ed calls on the button. All else stand down. We take a flop of AT6 rainbow. I have about $930. Ed has that in red.

Check, check.

Turn is an offsuit rag.

I check. Ed looks me over, asks "Set of aces?," hesitates. Damn, that is a big hand. He bets $200. I muck.

He tables 66. Saved by Cero.

Matt