a bad beat story
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has a habit of haiku.
They need not be good.
I wrote this today
in response to a message
from a Kevin Un. Kevin Un writes:
> I jam with King, King.
> Some donkey calls with Jack-6.
> Pocket Kings no good.
You suck at poker.
Here is how to do it right.
Game is No Limit.
I'm at Artichoke
Joe's, in San Bruno. Blinds? 1-
2-2, five to go.
The blind scheme is weird,
but it's the NorCal style.
(Lowball will never die.)
I have ace deuce, both
clubs, in middle position.
I open for ten.
The big blind calls it.
We take a flop, and it has
Ace, ten, seven, one club.
He checks to me, and
I fire out for thirty
bucks. He jams: "All-in."
Two on the flop are
diamonds, and I start talking.
"You are on a draw."
He replies, "Then call."
I think a little longer.
I look at my stack.
I am up a lot.
Sure, maybe he has that ace,
but I can still call.
I will still be plus
two hundred bucks if I call.
I can live with that.
I put my chips in
and he turns over ace queen.
My heart sinks down low.
The flop has a club
and the turn has another.
But the river? Sweet deuce.
My two pair cracks his
big ace and he is felted.
He go home now. (DING!)
Now I am up nine
pictures of Mr. Franklin
because I suck out.
I have sent epics
like this before, and there are
often no replies.
I repost this here.
Inquiring minds wants to
know: is this funny?
has a habit of haiku.
They need not be good.
I wrote this today
in response to a message
from a Kevin Un. Kevin Un writes:
> I jam with King, King.
> Some donkey calls with Jack-6.
> Pocket Kings no good.
You suck at poker.
Here is how to do it right.
Game is No Limit.
I'm at Artichoke
Joe's, in San Bruno. Blinds? 1-
2-2, five to go.
The blind scheme is weird,
but it's the NorCal style.
(Lowball will never die.)
I have ace deuce, both
clubs, in middle position.
I open for ten.
The big blind calls it.
We take a flop, and it has
Ace, ten, seven, one club.
He checks to me, and
I fire out for thirty
bucks. He jams: "All-in."
Two on the flop are
diamonds, and I start talking.
"You are on a draw."
He replies, "Then call."
I think a little longer.
I look at my stack.
I am up a lot.
Sure, maybe he has that ace,
but I can still call.
I will still be plus
two hundred bucks if I call.
I can live with that.
I put my chips in
and he turns over ace queen.
My heart sinks down low.
The flop has a club
and the turn has another.
But the river? Sweet deuce.
My two pair cracks his
big ace and he is felted.
He go home now. (DING!)
Now I am up nine
pictures of Mr. Franklin
because I suck out.
I have sent epics
like this before, and there are
often no replies.
I repost this here.
Inquiring minds wants to
know: is this funny?