HurricaneMikey
01-16-2004, 05:02 PM
...Happened just last night!
Hey Gang…
I thought I’d take time to share another poker story with ya. As most of you know, I play a regular weekly game every Tuesday night downtown at the Nashville City Club. Well, the game has about 6 regulars, and we rotate in a few other folks who like to give their money away. So it’s been pretty juicy for me this past month—I’d taken over $400 off the table since Jan 1. That’s pretty darn good for a 2-4 Hold Em game.
Anyhow, the bartender down there called me up last night and said a couple of guys were looking for a game, so I decided to go play some cards. We got a late start--we didnt' sit down at the table till almost 10 pm, and there were only five players. As usual, I started out giving my money away with the second-place hands, then tightened up and found my ‘groove’. I was just back to even when I looked down to see that I was dealt a pair of black eights. I raised before the flop, and everyone else stayed in hoping to make a hand.
It was a good news/bad news flop for me—King, Eight, Three—all hearts. I didn’t want anyone drawing a flush on me, so I tried to eliminate the other guys by raising. One guy called, two dropped out, and another guy re-raised me. Ok—so now I knew where the flush was. I called, hoping for one of the seven cards in the deck that would help me on the turn, or one of the ten cards that would help me on the river.
As soon as I called, I knew that there was a God and he loved me. The turn brought the fourth eight!
I had a dilemma—How do I get this guy with the flush to bet into me??? I just checked, acting like I was afraid of the pair on the board, but then the guy with the flush raised me with a smart comment—something along the lines of ‘Uh oh, now you’re beaten with trips, too!” So I re-raised him saying “You might win this pot, but you’re gonna have to work for it!” The other two guys dropped out at that point.
He came back over the top of my raise with more smack-talk, and I re-raised him telling him that my flush will beat his, because I knew that he always stayed in with any two suited cards. His ego got the best of him, and he kept re-raising me till he was out of chips. I finally called when he put his last four chips in the pot. The other guys were standing up, excited, tossing out such observations as “We got us a POKER game now, fellas!”
The dealer burned one and turned the river, which helped neither of us. I told him, “Ok, you got called, lets see ‘em!” He stood up, tossed his Ace-Queen of hearts down on the table, and said “I got the NUT FLUSH, bitch!” and started to gather up the Everest of chips piled in the middle of the table.
I just sat there and said “Great hand. Unfortunately it’s not great enough. Four Eights.”
A split second of complete silence as the magnitude of his error hit him. graemlins/eek5.gif
The silence didn’t last long as everyone else in the room started screaming and yelling. High fives around the table, and a lot of “Holy Shits” and “No Effin Ways” were heard. Since I had just beaten the most obnoxious guy in our game, I had to pour a little salt in the wound with “Hey Terry, would you mind shuffling for me, I’m gonna be busy stacking up all these chips for a few minutes…”
The guy didn’t get angry, as everyone expected; he just stood up, shook my hand, and said “I can’t get mad getting beaten like that…” But he sure was a few shades more pale. He didn’t say a word for about 10 minutes, which is definitely a record in our game—the guy NEVER shuts up. The other fellas were already calling it the Legendary Beat Down and said they can’t wait till next week to tell everyone about it. It got better when he finally composed himself and had to buy $40 worth of chips from me to get back in the game. :D
Now I *loved* winning that hand with four of a kind. In fact, I’ve only gotten four of a kind one other time in my entire poker playing career, short as it is. But the part that I’m most proud of was disguising my hand and getting that guy to commit every last chip he had. It was a thing of beauty. One of the other guys said he’d wished we had a video tape of the hand because it was so entertaining.
That particular pot was over $120 by itself, and I managed to take about $180 total off the table within two hours. I just hope my winning streak continues, as I’m off to Tunica in the morning to play poker for 3 days straight. Wish me luck.
I’ll have a full report next week.
Mikey
[ January 16, 2004, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: HurricaneMikey ]
Hey Gang…
I thought I’d take time to share another poker story with ya. As most of you know, I play a regular weekly game every Tuesday night downtown at the Nashville City Club. Well, the game has about 6 regulars, and we rotate in a few other folks who like to give their money away. So it’s been pretty juicy for me this past month—I’d taken over $400 off the table since Jan 1. That’s pretty darn good for a 2-4 Hold Em game.
Anyhow, the bartender down there called me up last night and said a couple of guys were looking for a game, so I decided to go play some cards. We got a late start--we didnt' sit down at the table till almost 10 pm, and there were only five players. As usual, I started out giving my money away with the second-place hands, then tightened up and found my ‘groove’. I was just back to even when I looked down to see that I was dealt a pair of black eights. I raised before the flop, and everyone else stayed in hoping to make a hand.
It was a good news/bad news flop for me—King, Eight, Three—all hearts. I didn’t want anyone drawing a flush on me, so I tried to eliminate the other guys by raising. One guy called, two dropped out, and another guy re-raised me. Ok—so now I knew where the flush was. I called, hoping for one of the seven cards in the deck that would help me on the turn, or one of the ten cards that would help me on the river.
As soon as I called, I knew that there was a God and he loved me. The turn brought the fourth eight!
I had a dilemma—How do I get this guy with the flush to bet into me??? I just checked, acting like I was afraid of the pair on the board, but then the guy with the flush raised me with a smart comment—something along the lines of ‘Uh oh, now you’re beaten with trips, too!” So I re-raised him saying “You might win this pot, but you’re gonna have to work for it!” The other two guys dropped out at that point.
He came back over the top of my raise with more smack-talk, and I re-raised him telling him that my flush will beat his, because I knew that he always stayed in with any two suited cards. His ego got the best of him, and he kept re-raising me till he was out of chips. I finally called when he put his last four chips in the pot. The other guys were standing up, excited, tossing out such observations as “We got us a POKER game now, fellas!”
The dealer burned one and turned the river, which helped neither of us. I told him, “Ok, you got called, lets see ‘em!” He stood up, tossed his Ace-Queen of hearts down on the table, and said “I got the NUT FLUSH, bitch!” and started to gather up the Everest of chips piled in the middle of the table.
I just sat there and said “Great hand. Unfortunately it’s not great enough. Four Eights.”
A split second of complete silence as the magnitude of his error hit him. graemlins/eek5.gif
The silence didn’t last long as everyone else in the room started screaming and yelling. High fives around the table, and a lot of “Holy Shits” and “No Effin Ways” were heard. Since I had just beaten the most obnoxious guy in our game, I had to pour a little salt in the wound with “Hey Terry, would you mind shuffling for me, I’m gonna be busy stacking up all these chips for a few minutes…”
The guy didn’t get angry, as everyone expected; he just stood up, shook my hand, and said “I can’t get mad getting beaten like that…” But he sure was a few shades more pale. He didn’t say a word for about 10 minutes, which is definitely a record in our game—the guy NEVER shuts up. The other fellas were already calling it the Legendary Beat Down and said they can’t wait till next week to tell everyone about it. It got better when he finally composed himself and had to buy $40 worth of chips from me to get back in the game. :D
Now I *loved* winning that hand with four of a kind. In fact, I’ve only gotten four of a kind one other time in my entire poker playing career, short as it is. But the part that I’m most proud of was disguising my hand and getting that guy to commit every last chip he had. It was a thing of beauty. One of the other guys said he’d wished we had a video tape of the hand because it was so entertaining.
That particular pot was over $120 by itself, and I managed to take about $180 total off the table within two hours. I just hope my winning streak continues, as I’m off to Tunica in the morning to play poker for 3 days straight. Wish me luck.
I’ll have a full report next week.
Mikey
[ January 16, 2004, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: HurricaneMikey ]