Agro guy jumps up off the table, accuses me of angling, and threatens to “knock my lights out.” You tell me, Did I angle???
So there's a guy threatening me, standing up is saying he’s gonna knock me out for angling, and he’s not even in the hand. I’ll start from the beginning.
The game is $3/5 blinds, $200 capped buy in.
So there's a guy threatening me, standing up is saying he’s gonna knock me out for angling, and he’s not even in the hand. I’ll start from the beginning.
The game is $3/5 blinds, $200 capped buy in.
A mega mega drunk guy sits down in seat one, and exchanges pleasantries with seat 3, they obviously know each other. We learn later that they drove there together, as bros, and they live about an hour away.
Drunk guy has backwards cap on. He’s legit red in the face from inebriation, but sounds like a cool stoner dude, mega chill, no agro whatsoever. Drunk guy acts like he knows nothing about poker, and I believe him for about 20 minutes. But it just doesn’t add up, because he keeps showing up with the nuts or near nuts and trapping people like no other.
I soon change my opinion, and I know he is a ringer, professional level player.
He keeps, “running hot,” for another half hour. He showed up with big pocket pairs AA KK KK, sets, full houses, the nuts. he’s built up his stack from a single $200 buy in to almost 2K. I never saw him lose a single hand. He was undefeatable. All the while, I had no playable hand.
Then he starts losing a few hands. No worries to him, he’s still up a fuckload. about 1.5 K in front of him. I keep folding, keeping my patience.
But then his stack starts dwindling. it’s at $900 now, and he’s made some pretty stupid blind no look moves, air bluffs that make no sense to do.
Okay, I change my opinion again, he is super drunk, and he doesn’t know how to play. He’d just been running like if Sonic and the Flash had a lovechild. Now he was coming to his impeding doom.
His Bestfriend, in seat 3, after seeing his seat 1 buddy dump over $1000 to the table with absolutely no equity, advises his friend to get up and cash out now.
Drunk guy says, “no man, I’m having fun. It’s all good.” They argue for about 5 minutes on the table.
I’m praying, please, for the love of God, please don’t leave. I haven’t doubled up through him yet.
I wake up in MP with AsQs ($550) Fantastic hand. I’m gonna raise big, because the guy calls off large pre. I open to $40, and that’s usually a big open for this game.
Only the Drunk whale ($900) calls.
Flop comes 7s 4d 4s.
It’s my turn to act, and drunk guy bets $80 before I can check or bet. It’s not the best situation in the world, because ATC is in his range. And with the way he’d been running at the beginning, I didn’t want to gamble half a grand on a draw. especially on a paired board. But I convinced myself to peel one.
Pot is $240. The turn is…
The 6 of clubs.
Hate that card. The guy grabs a bunch of $5 chips, possibly a handful of about $90 worth, and starts dropping them, $15 at a time. (At this particular venue, you can cut out chips, but it’s sort of a grey area depending on how you present it.)
I say, “String bet,” “I call the $15. Seat 1, the drunk guy is confused, and drunk, and he says, okay. The hand continues to the river. Seat 3, the “buddy” says “WTF, that’s not a string bet!”
Pot is $300.
River card comes out, Ace of clubs.
Board is 7s 4d 4s 6c Ac
I have made a single pair on the river. I’m first to act, but Drunk guy, again out of turn, bets and says “$200.”
Hero: Call (instantly. I mean, I can’t not call here, even though he’s shown up with the nuts about 80% of the hands he’s come to showdown.)
Hero wins $700+ pot.
Drunk Guy: Good call man, shows me King-Ten off suit.
Buddy Seat 3 starts fucking raging. Ranging like hell. He says, “Dude, that guy just swindled you.”
Guy starts threatening me, yelling at me, cursing me, being fucking agro. Seat 1 drunk guy who just lost a bunch of money, tells his friend to calm down, that it’s all gravy. “I tried to steal the pot, he made a good call man. It’s all good.”
“Dude, if that were my money, he’d be on the fucking ground right now.”
I respond, “Man, I was going to call the turn anyways, I have the nut flush draw.”
“No, you would have folded, that would have been his pot bro.” looking at me with a fucking death stare.
I’m 170 lbs, medium build, he’s approx. 240 lbs, huge build and about a foot taller than me. I mean this guy’s pretty huge, so I’m not really trying to get into a fight.
“It’s a fucking game man, if you want to fight me because of a game, then just do it.”
“Dude, I’ll knock your lights out.”
The drunk and the agro argue with each other too.
“Dude, your gonna hate yourself tomorrow. You just got swindled out of a lot of money.”
Cool Drunk guy’s demeanor changes, and he looks at me angrily, “Is that true?? DID YOU TAKE ME?”
“No man, I promise you I didn’t.”
“ARE YOU SURE? Because my friend here things you DID.”
Drunk guy has no clue man.
We 3 argue for another 30 mins until they both get up and leave. The agro guy actually seems like a gangbanger, so I’m actually quite afraid to leave anytime soon. I play for another 3 hours until 6 AM just in case.
Morally speaking, taking poker money from drunk guy, okay right? He's there to have fun, not work. It’s in seat 1’s right to call the floor for a ruling on the string bet, but he passed it up. All is fair??
Either way..
GG, free money.
Drunk guy has backwards cap on. He’s legit red in the face from inebriation, but sounds like a cool stoner dude, mega chill, no agro whatsoever. Drunk guy acts like he knows nothing about poker, and I believe him for about 20 minutes. But it just doesn’t add up, because he keeps showing up with the nuts or near nuts and trapping people like no other.
I soon change my opinion, and I know he is a ringer, professional level player.
He keeps, “running hot,” for another half hour. He showed up with big pocket pairs AA KK KK, sets, full houses, the nuts. he’s built up his stack from a single $200 buy in to almost 2K. I never saw him lose a single hand. He was undefeatable. All the while, I had no playable hand.
Then he starts losing a few hands. No worries to him, he’s still up a fuckload. about 1.5 K in front of him. I keep folding, keeping my patience.
But then his stack starts dwindling. it’s at $900 now, and he’s made some pretty stupid blind no look moves, air bluffs that make no sense to do.
Okay, I change my opinion again, he is super drunk, and he doesn’t know how to play. He’d just been running like if Sonic and the Flash had a lovechild. Now he was coming to his impeding doom.
His Bestfriend, in seat 3, after seeing his seat 1 buddy dump over $1000 to the table with absolutely no equity, advises his friend to get up and cash out now.
Drunk guy says, “no man, I’m having fun. It’s all good.” They argue for about 5 minutes on the table.
I’m praying, please, for the love of God, please don’t leave. I haven’t doubled up through him yet.
I wake up in MP with AsQs ($550) Fantastic hand. I’m gonna raise big, because the guy calls off large pre. I open to $40, and that’s usually a big open for this game.
Only the Drunk whale ($900) calls.
Flop comes 7s 4d 4s.
It’s my turn to act, and drunk guy bets $80 before I can check or bet. It’s not the best situation in the world, because ATC is in his range. And with the way he’d been running at the beginning, I didn’t want to gamble half a grand on a draw. especially on a paired board. But I convinced myself to peel one.
Pot is $240. The turn is…
The 6 of clubs.
Hate that card. The guy grabs a bunch of $5 chips, possibly a handful of about $90 worth, and starts dropping them, $15 at a time. (At this particular venue, you can cut out chips, but it’s sort of a grey area depending on how you present it.)
I say, “String bet,” “I call the $15. Seat 1, the drunk guy is confused, and drunk, and he says, okay. The hand continues to the river. Seat 3, the “buddy” says “WTF, that’s not a string bet!”
Pot is $300.
River card comes out, Ace of clubs.
Board is 7s 4d 4s 6c Ac
I have made a single pair on the river. I’m first to act, but Drunk guy, again out of turn, bets and says “$200.”
Hero: Call (instantly. I mean, I can’t not call here, even though he’s shown up with the nuts about 80% of the hands he’s come to showdown.)
Hero wins $700+ pot.
Drunk Guy: Good call man, shows me King-Ten off suit.
Buddy Seat 3 starts fucking raging. Ranging like hell. He says, “Dude, that guy just swindled you.”
Guy starts threatening me, yelling at me, cursing me, being fucking agro. Seat 1 drunk guy who just lost a bunch of money, tells his friend to calm down, that it’s all gravy. “I tried to steal the pot, he made a good call man. It’s all good.”
“Dude, if that were my money, he’d be on the fucking ground right now.”
I respond, “Man, I was going to call the turn anyways, I have the nut flush draw.”
“No, you would have folded, that would have been his pot bro.” looking at me with a fucking death stare.
I’m 170 lbs, medium build, he’s approx. 240 lbs, huge build and about a foot taller than me. I mean this guy’s pretty huge, so I’m not really trying to get into a fight.
“It’s a fucking game man, if you want to fight me because of a game, then just do it.”
“Dude, I’ll knock your lights out.”
The drunk and the agro argue with each other too.
“Dude, your gonna hate yourself tomorrow. You just got swindled out of a lot of money.”
Cool Drunk guy’s demeanor changes, and he looks at me angrily, “Is that true?? DID YOU TAKE ME?”
“No man, I promise you I didn’t.”
“ARE YOU SURE? Because my friend here things you DID.”
Drunk guy has no clue man.
We 3 argue for another 30 mins until they both get up and leave. The agro guy actually seems like a gangbanger, so I’m actually quite afraid to leave anytime soon. I play for another 3 hours until 6 AM just in case.
Morally speaking, taking poker money from drunk guy, okay right? He's there to have fun, not work. It’s in seat 1’s right to call the floor for a ruling on the string bet, but he passed it up. All is fair??
Either way..
GG, free money.