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Last night at the Wynn...
2-5 no-limit, at about 1:30 am. We are 8 at the table, and from the accents, I can tell that only 1 is American. To say that the game is "wild" is the biggest understatement since General Custer...who reportedly told his men: "Over that hill, I fear that we might meet unfriendly Indians".
"A typical hand"...you ask? Okay!
I am on the button with AK. It gets to me after 2 limpers, and I raise to $35. The big blind and the 2 limpers call. The flop falls:
8-3-8 rainbow
The bespectacled American on the big blind checks, and so does the UTG limper... but the middle-positioned player, who looks distinctly Middle-Eastern, bets $100. I fold... suspecting that I am playing against sane human beings. The big blind calls quickly. The turn is a 6, putting 2 hearts on the board...and the big blind now leads out with a bet of $250...causing the prior bettor to go into the tank. After a full 2 minute contemplation...he calls. The river is a J of clubs...and the big blind thinks for about 20 seconds, and then calls out..."all-in", with about $800 remaining in front of him. The Middle Eastener, who has the bettor covered, now REALLY goes into the tank...and we all wait in silence for what feels like an eternity. "Call", he declares...causing the big blind to wince as he sheepishly turns over the A-Q of hearts. The caller excitedly jumps to his feet, and slams 2 deuces on the felted table...while yelling out, "WHAT HE COULD HAVE"?
About an hour later...the same player goes "all-in" on me...with a 6-7-5-3-2 board, and me holding 8-8. Deciding that this isn't the hand I should be playing for all my chips, I fold...and he turns over an A-6...causing me to order a rare alcoholic drink at the table, as I ask the dealer for an aspirin.
What a town!
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Last edited by thaskalos; 06-14-2018 at 02:42 PM.
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