Apr 03, 2005 19:47
If you like to play poker and want to know why I am pissed off continue reading, if you are under 18 or don't like sexually explicit material then please exit.
It’s down to the final 3 people (at a table of 8) all the people who had no business being there had already left. The two assholes I’m playing against think they are the reincarnations of Doyle Brunson and Phil Helmuth. I’m short stacked, been getting crap all night, and these guys have been planning to play each other heads up all day. I’m starting to get pissed off, but know they will be right if I don’t start making some moves. I don’t want the blinds to slowly eat me up. I hit a few hands, semi-bluff some, and in a few hands my chip count is greater or equal to the guy in second. The next hand I’m small blinds, the dealer folds, big blinds raises 15. I have about 150ish chips left. I call the raise with my suited 9 10. The flops comes 4, 9, 10. Nice for me, already have two pair. He probably has a big hand, probably an Ace or King with high kicker considering the pre-flop raise. Since he thinks he’s the shit, and I know he’ll call my all in play, thinking I’m bluffing (considering I’ve went all in 3 of the last 4 hands) I go all in. Sure enough, he makes the call. He’s got a King (and another suited card) and is going for his bullshit flush draw (about 35% chance). The turn is a 4, putting a pair of 4’s the board. Then the dreaded river shows a King. Using the pair of 4’s on the board and the fucking King on the river his 2 pair beat mine. If I would have won, I would have been a commanding chip leader and probably have been able to advance to the next stage of the tourney. Blow me you lucky dude, blow me.