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Rising Star
Bronze Level
My casino of choice in canada is Caesar's Windsor. They know how to do it right.
This might be relevant to my story, my personality does not make me a stronger live player. I shut down to blank eyed idiot guy who never speaks other than to commend an opponent or thank a dealer....except in this case. I spared a few calculated words after the hand was played....what ensued was hilarious.
Anyway, on to my story....sat down at a 1/3 table with the max buy in of 300. I played three hands in the first hour, taking down two of them which put me up by 455. I was dealt pocket 7's on the button. By the time it got to me it was going to cost me 12 to play into a pot of 40. I gave it quite a bit of thought because I struggle with capitalizing on middle pairs. I chose to call. The flop fell A K 9 rainbow. Opponent in seat six, checks....seat number eight tried to appear to tentative and bet 36. When the flop fell, he had immediately stared at his chip stack for a good ten seconds. I figured he must have hit it hard. Seat number nine folds. Action is on me with a dreaded middle pocket pair. I really don't know if what I chose to do was a Donk call or if it was just the right time to trust my gut. Statistically, totally donk, but on goes the story. I called his 36 and seat number six folds. Seat eight is practically drooling at this point. His behaviour was so telling that I began to question, is this guy for real? Is he actually "hollywooding" and holding nothing? Maybe chasing his losses incurred over the past hour? I was really lost for a moment. Fortunately, the unsure moment was short lived. The turn fell....you guessed it, a 7. My remaining opponent splashed the pot with a bet of 65, grinning until the dealer gave him a warning after having to recount the pot, it was the dealer's choice to do so. The dealer's decision noticeably bothered my opponent. He was now emotionally charged. I flat called his bet. At that point, he laughed out loud and actually pointed at me and tried to engage conversation. Not my style. Dead eyed idiot mode still on...lol. River falls, a 3....only two cards being suited in the community so obviously no straight or flush possibilities. He took about three nanoseconds before he pushed in his stack of 260. He was actually standing up and talking to other people at the table at this point, I couldn't believe it. I had him on either AK or nothing. I just knew he wasn't holding trip Aces. Was he just chasing losses possibly, he had re-bought three times in the hour for 300 a pop so he was hurtin. I didn't delay calling, he was already charged up enough. I thought to myself, if I slow roll this, his head will explode. He flipped his cards...AK, threw his chest out and turned his back to the table! Like he was king of the room or something. Wow! I meekly flipped my cards while his back was turned and leaned back and sighed. There was an audible gasp at the table, I was surprised. Not that big of a pot or anything. My opponent then turned, looked down at my the pot first, smiled and looked at me. Me....dead eyed idiot...lol. He looked down and finally realized what had just happened. He was already standing so a leap across the table was a definite possibility as he was now down over a grand at a 1/3 table, rough! He screamed at me what the F are you doing, you knew I had at least an Ace! I did not respond. He screams, how can you do that? No response, dealer warning....room director becoming aware. He then started walking around the table towards me taking off his coat. I remained leaned back in my seat. I have been hit plenty of times, really don't care. Dealer yelled for director who was pretty much already there as far as I could tell because he stopped my opponent before he got to me. The director was obviously a professional. He was obviously able to diffuse situations like this very well without any form of physical contact. However, my opponent crossed a line. He actually slammed his hands against the director's chest in an effort to get to me. He couldn't move the director. Security was there by this point and he was eventually removed. But like I said at the beginning of this loooonnggg story, I chose to speak this time. When my opponent last caught my gaze, I said Y'all come back now, ya hear, a la Beverly Hillbillies. Unfortunately, I guess, the security was now forced to get aggressive with him because my harmless comment somehow set him off??? Didn't expect that...lol.
I know this is a long story and maybe mildly amusing or interesting but what I learned from this hand was that people WILL lose their sense of right and wrong over a measly five or six hundred dollar pot. That's very saddening to me. I also learned to occasionally trust my gut....it's fun!
This might be relevant to my story, my personality does not make me a stronger live player. I shut down to blank eyed idiot guy who never speaks other than to commend an opponent or thank a dealer....except in this case. I spared a few calculated words after the hand was played....what ensued was hilarious.
Anyway, on to my story....sat down at a 1/3 table with the max buy in of 300. I played three hands in the first hour, taking down two of them which put me up by 455. I was dealt pocket 7's on the button. By the time it got to me it was going to cost me 12 to play into a pot of 40. I gave it quite a bit of thought because I struggle with capitalizing on middle pairs. I chose to call. The flop fell A K 9 rainbow. Opponent in seat six, checks....seat number eight tried to appear to tentative and bet 36. When the flop fell, he had immediately stared at his chip stack for a good ten seconds. I figured he must have hit it hard. Seat number nine folds. Action is on me with a dreaded middle pocket pair. I really don't know if what I chose to do was a Donk call or if it was just the right time to trust my gut. Statistically, totally donk, but on goes the story. I called his 36 and seat number six folds. Seat eight is practically drooling at this point. His behaviour was so telling that I began to question, is this guy for real? Is he actually "hollywooding" and holding nothing? Maybe chasing his losses incurred over the past hour? I was really lost for a moment. Fortunately, the unsure moment was short lived. The turn fell....you guessed it, a 7. My remaining opponent splashed the pot with a bet of 65, grinning until the dealer gave him a warning after having to recount the pot, it was the dealer's choice to do so. The dealer's decision noticeably bothered my opponent. He was now emotionally charged. I flat called his bet. At that point, he laughed out loud and actually pointed at me and tried to engage conversation. Not my style. Dead eyed idiot mode still on...lol. River falls, a 3....only two cards being suited in the community so obviously no straight or flush possibilities. He took about three nanoseconds before he pushed in his stack of 260. He was actually standing up and talking to other people at the table at this point, I couldn't believe it. I had him on either AK or nothing. I just knew he wasn't holding trip Aces. Was he just chasing losses possibly, he had re-bought three times in the hour for 300 a pop so he was hurtin. I didn't delay calling, he was already charged up enough. I thought to myself, if I slow roll this, his head will explode. He flipped his cards...AK, threw his chest out and turned his back to the table! Like he was king of the room or something. Wow! I meekly flipped my cards while his back was turned and leaned back and sighed. There was an audible gasp at the table, I was surprised. Not that big of a pot or anything. My opponent then turned, looked down at my the pot first, smiled and looked at me. Me....dead eyed idiot...lol. He looked down and finally realized what had just happened. He was already standing so a leap across the table was a definite possibility as he was now down over a grand at a 1/3 table, rough! He screamed at me what the F are you doing, you knew I had at least an Ace! I did not respond. He screams, how can you do that? No response, dealer warning....room director becoming aware. He then started walking around the table towards me taking off his coat. I remained leaned back in my seat. I have been hit plenty of times, really don't care. Dealer yelled for director who was pretty much already there as far as I could tell because he stopped my opponent before he got to me. The director was obviously a professional. He was obviously able to diffuse situations like this very well without any form of physical contact. However, my opponent crossed a line. He actually slammed his hands against the director's chest in an effort to get to me. He couldn't move the director. Security was there by this point and he was eventually removed. But like I said at the beginning of this loooonnggg story, I chose to speak this time. When my opponent last caught my gaze, I said Y'all come back now, ya hear, a la Beverly Hillbillies. Unfortunately, I guess, the security was now forced to get aggressive with him because my harmless comment somehow set him off??? Didn't expect that...lol.
I know this is a long story and maybe mildly amusing or interesting but what I learned from this hand was that people WILL lose their sense of right and wrong over a measly five or six hundred dollar pot. That's very saddening to me. I also learned to occasionally trust my gut....it's fun!
