Bad Beat

OK. So. I play poker, right. And I have KK. And, a guy in front pushes from middle position. I'm on the button and middle stacked. I'm in the hunt. And we are in hour 7, of a tourney that normally runs 8 hours on the internet. Absolute slowest tourney of all time. Eleven dollar buy-in for a chance to win nineteen thousand. I'm already in the money, being in 26th spot out of a field of 19,000. Big field. 40 left. I have 3 point two mill. and that still only puts me middle stack. There are two guys way out in front.

He's just put his whole stack at risk.

Which leaves me, if I lose, out of the tournament.

I'm listening to this tuneage at the time. F.E.A.R.



I think: Did I just run into AA?
I think: You know your KK kurse Scream.
I think: Guys a player. He's a bomb. Doesn't normally risk a lot pre-flop. Borderline shark.
I think: Can't fold KK. Ive won $307, at least I've won some already.
I think: Call.
I do: Call, I'm all in.

The rest fold.

I see his cards. He sees mine. He has 23 suited in hearts? WTF? Who is this guy? Sam Farha? Gus Hanson? A complete fuckin' donk who just made a real donk move? At this point I'm happy. No AA. Still though why push with that? I almost feel a twinge of sorrow for this guy; to play so long and push with that.

Flop comes: K A Hearts, 3 of Clubs.

I think: Fuck-off flush draw. I know 23 likes that flop. But I like it too. I'm approximately 2 out of 3, hearts don't hit on turn or river.

Burn and turn. 3 spade.

Good for me. I just hit full house. I'm solid. Flush draw is dominated.

The River card. 3 diamond.

Stunned silence.

Are you kidding me?

And then from out of the blackness, I can hear his YES! YES! YES! in my brain.

I can feel the blood rushing from my head. Brain cells begin to shut down. Runner Runner for quad? Shit for brains, gives me the sheepish "sorry dude gg" (good game). Whatever.

I just paid my hydro bill for three months and am royally pissed. That hand would have grabbed me a seat at "final table" for sure. Kiss $19,203 goodbye.








Ok. I'm not a big fan of the bluff and, to me, this is a bad play by Moneymaker. Sam on the other hand has played so many bad cards pre-flop in his career he probably psyched himself out with a fairly decent hand to Chris's shite. Money maker went on to put amateur and internet poker on the map. Nice legacy. And, Of course, the name helped.

As for Gus and Dan, well... the video says it all. But, the "huh" from Dan is my all time fave.

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The high points of 2007, poker wise, for me were: a first out of a field of 2596 and a second out of 2633, both poker Stars tourneys; Ring table wise, I knocked down one thousand dollars twice in two 12 hour sessions, playing dollar blinds. Starting with a bank roll of 200. I played in the Sunday mill three times on PS, finishing in the money once. All play was as "Alter-Ego Screamman", who holds the secret power of anonymity.

I'll give you a hint: he's a bomb, and he's a fish, and he's a shark. He was once a mouse. He never wants to go back there again. He likes to put an "x" before and after his xnamex. His avatar is somewhere on this blog, and it isn't Goatee man here. Get to work Holmes.