Best Decisions Ever!!!!
WARNING: LONG ASS THREAD ALERT!!! If not interested, cliff notes version at the end.
So many little decisions ended up making this an awesome night. The day started off like shit. I hadn't been able to sleep until 6am because of the pain in my knee after wrestling class last night. Upon waking up, I remembered that we also had an extra 3 hour class today. Great, just how I want to waste my fucking Saturday night.
Class was a bust as, along with aggrivating the knee, I bruised my tailbone and had the guy from out of town that we were all stuck in there to train with stiff my neck and jam it. After we finally finished, I dropped off the Welsh guys and grabbed some dinner. Right as I finish the last bite, Ed (tall Welsh; Joe is the short Welsh) calls and wants to grab a bite. Fuck, I'm wiped, but these guys are only here another month and I've made uber fast friends with them, so I say sure.
We grab a bit of food and then figure we'll go into downtown Windsor and see what's up. We hit this little blues bar that was half full and had a good live band singing awesome covers. We stay till around 130am and then I drop them off.
It's now 2am and I'm contemplating hitting the tables. I decide to call up Hockref (my brother Steve) to see what he thinks as he is actually quite a good voice of reason. He says since I have the day off, I've been playing well and hitting better, fuck yeah do it; just make sure I'm up in time for the NFC/AFC championships. That's my bro
So I call Caesar's Windsor to check if the bad beat jackpot had hit yet. Nope. Ok, now I'm definitely going. I get to the table at 230am, grab my chips and sit down where the floor boss pointed. First hand, QQ, I raise to 12, SB calls, everyone else gone. K high flop. We check, same on the turn when it came a brick. Another brick on the river and he bets $30. I call figuring I'm good, and he flips over KK. Wow, good thing I didn't get silly. I turn to the floor to get my player's card swiped and he tells me that I sat at the wrong table. Oops, I apologize and move to the other table.
Upon sitting down, I recognize the guy on my right as the epitomy of LAG from my previous encounters with him. Three hands in, the guy two to my right that has been battling with the LAGtard makes it 10 blind, so LAG calls blind. I look down at Kh9h and figure I'll try get in and see the flop. 3 more callers and we see a flop of 3hAh9d. Check to LAG and he bets 15 into a 60 pot. I call, two more callers. Turn 9c. LAG bets 50, I flat call to make it look like just being on the draw, everyone else folds. River is a brick and he instantly bets me all in. I call and he flips over A7o and I double through.
One lap later, I make it 5 blind UTG because it seems to piss the LAG off. 6 callers and then LAG makes it 25. I call him blind, again because it'll tilt him. 4 others call (approx 160 in the pot). Flop comes 2c8d9c. He bets 20. I put him on A high again, but at least need to check my cards. Kc10h... hmmm... pretty sure he's got A high, I'll call for the turn. No one else calls. Turn 10d. He bets 60. I call. River 5d. He bets all in before the dealer even drops the card. I think for a bit and decide to trust my read. I call. He flips A7h and gets pissed at me. Hmmm, not my fault I caught the LAGtard with his hand in the cookie jar. So, I'm up 500 about 30 minutes after sitting down. Oh, and the LAGtard decides to leave.
Things are pretty quiet for about two hours. At 445am, guy sits at our table. Dealer asks if he wants to post from mp, he agrees and does so. I get dealt 45h UTG+1. I decide to limp in as we have an awesome table of people trying to hit the bad beat, which is up to $71K at this point. Girl to my left makes it 12. She doesn't really get out of line, so I'm thinking 1010+ AQ+. Short stack in the CO pushes for 43. Everyone folds to me, I fold too figuring the girl will call. She hmmms and haawws for a little bit and then calls. She says she knows she's flipping against shorty's pp and flips over AKo. Guy says you're right and flips over 1010. The guy asks if anyone folded an A, to which we all shake our heads.
Ron, our dealer (who was totally awesome) starts to deal the hand. He takes the flop as a pile and flips it over so only the top card is showing.
Ad.
Ron says there's another A in there. We all think he's fucking around.
As.
Now we're all getting kinda antsy. He squeezes out the third card.
5s.
Damn, that was pretty close. Dave, one of the other regs at the table, says we've still got a shot. As we're all staring at the board, one of the other tables starts cheering and clapping. We all shoot our heads up thinking they hit the bad beat.
And they all burst into laughter pointing. Fuckers.
Ron burns a card and deals the turn. He says it's an A. We all think he's fucking with us.
Ac!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's that they say about he who laughs last laughs best
River is an inconsequencial 3c and we go fucking apeshit! The guy who lost with the bare minimum qualifier (AAA1010) got $35K; the girl with AK got 17K; and thanks to our table being 2 players short, we each got 2950 for our table share!! Add that to my $650 I was up and that's a fucking awesome 2.5 hours at the table!!
There were so many things that happened tonight that, if one little thing is switched, the table doesn't hit or, if it does, I'm not even there!!! Needless to say, I'm jacked right now!
Cliff Notes Version:
- Made yet another overnight trip to the casino to try hit the bad beat.
- Sat at the wrong table, lost 40 in one hand and then got told to move.
- Won 500+ off one player in one lap at the new table.
- After trying for the last week, my table hits the bad beat and I get nearly $3000 for my share.
So many little decisions ended up making this an awesome night. The day started off like shit. I hadn't been able to sleep until 6am because of the pain in my knee after wrestling class last night. Upon waking up, I remembered that we also had an extra 3 hour class today. Great, just how I want to waste my fucking Saturday night.
Class was a bust as, along with aggrivating the knee, I bruised my tailbone and had the guy from out of town that we were all stuck in there to train with stiff my neck and jam it. After we finally finished, I dropped off the Welsh guys and grabbed some dinner. Right as I finish the last bite, Ed (tall Welsh; Joe is the short Welsh) calls and wants to grab a bite. Fuck, I'm wiped, but these guys are only here another month and I've made uber fast friends with them, so I say sure.
We grab a bit of food and then figure we'll go into downtown Windsor and see what's up. We hit this little blues bar that was half full and had a good live band singing awesome covers. We stay till around 130am and then I drop them off.
It's now 2am and I'm contemplating hitting the tables. I decide to call up Hockref (my brother Steve) to see what he thinks as he is actually quite a good voice of reason. He says since I have the day off, I've been playing well and hitting better, fuck yeah do it; just make sure I'm up in time for the NFC/AFC championships. That's my bro
So I call Caesar's Windsor to check if the bad beat jackpot had hit yet. Nope. Ok, now I'm definitely going. I get to the table at 230am, grab my chips and sit down where the floor boss pointed. First hand, QQ, I raise to 12, SB calls, everyone else gone. K high flop. We check, same on the turn when it came a brick. Another brick on the river and he bets $30. I call figuring I'm good, and he flips over KK. Wow, good thing I didn't get silly. I turn to the floor to get my player's card swiped and he tells me that I sat at the wrong table. Oops, I apologize and move to the other table.
Upon sitting down, I recognize the guy on my right as the epitomy of LAG from my previous encounters with him. Three hands in, the guy two to my right that has been battling with the LAGtard makes it 10 blind, so LAG calls blind. I look down at Kh9h and figure I'll try get in and see the flop. 3 more callers and we see a flop of 3hAh9d. Check to LAG and he bets 15 into a 60 pot. I call, two more callers. Turn 9c. LAG bets 50, I flat call to make it look like just being on the draw, everyone else folds. River is a brick and he instantly bets me all in. I call and he flips over A7o and I double through.
One lap later, I make it 5 blind UTG because it seems to piss the LAG off. 6 callers and then LAG makes it 25. I call him blind, again because it'll tilt him. 4 others call (approx 160 in the pot). Flop comes 2c8d9c. He bets 20. I put him on A high again, but at least need to check my cards. Kc10h... hmmm... pretty sure he's got A high, I'll call for the turn. No one else calls. Turn 10d. He bets 60. I call. River 5d. He bets all in before the dealer even drops the card. I think for a bit and decide to trust my read. I call. He flips A7h and gets pissed at me. Hmmm, not my fault I caught the LAGtard with his hand in the cookie jar. So, I'm up 500 about 30 minutes after sitting down. Oh, and the LAGtard decides to leave.
Things are pretty quiet for about two hours. At 445am, guy sits at our table. Dealer asks if he wants to post from mp, he agrees and does so. I get dealt 45h UTG+1. I decide to limp in as we have an awesome table of people trying to hit the bad beat, which is up to $71K at this point. Girl to my left makes it 12. She doesn't really get out of line, so I'm thinking 1010+ AQ+. Short stack in the CO pushes for 43. Everyone folds to me, I fold too figuring the girl will call. She hmmms and haawws for a little bit and then calls. She says she knows she's flipping against shorty's pp and flips over AKo. Guy says you're right and flips over 1010. The guy asks if anyone folded an A, to which we all shake our heads.
Ron, our dealer (who was totally awesome) starts to deal the hand. He takes the flop as a pile and flips it over so only the top card is showing.
Ad.
Ron says there's another A in there. We all think he's fucking around.
As.
Now we're all getting kinda antsy. He squeezes out the third card.
5s.
Damn, that was pretty close. Dave, one of the other regs at the table, says we've still got a shot. As we're all staring at the board, one of the other tables starts cheering and clapping. We all shoot our heads up thinking they hit the bad beat.
And they all burst into laughter pointing. Fuckers.
Ron burns a card and deals the turn. He says it's an A. We all think he's fucking with us.
Ac!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's that they say about he who laughs last laughs best
River is an inconsequencial 3c and we go fucking apeshit! The guy who lost with the bare minimum qualifier (AAA1010) got $35K; the girl with AK got 17K; and thanks to our table being 2 players short, we each got 2950 for our table share!! Add that to my $650 I was up and that's a fucking awesome 2.5 hours at the table!!
There were so many things that happened tonight that, if one little thing is switched, the table doesn't hit or, if it does, I'm not even there!!! Needless to say, I'm jacked right now!
Cliff Notes Version:
- Made yet another overnight trip to the casino to try hit the bad beat.
- Sat at the wrong table, lost 40 in one hand and then got told to move.
- Won 500+ off one player in one lap at the new table.
- After trying for the last week, my table hits the bad beat and I get nearly $3000 for my share.
Comments
Oh, and well done on the LAGtard. The jackpot is just BINGO, but I'd take it and run . . .