Good triumphs over evil (Dawn)
Although my prowess as a three-handed NLHE specialist is world-renowned, the fact that I suck at heads up poker is equally common knowledge. Yes, yes in the runner up land, I am leader. So, when I find someone that I can crush at heads up poker, every single time without fail, well, we’ve just got to blog about it. Saturday night, while waiting for her majesty Karol to get ready, KJ and I sat down for a quick heads up tournament in her mom’s kitchen. Now, KJ is a very good player, so I figured this would be a tough match. I was right. He jumped out to an early lead, when I missed a couple of big draws and other times when I was left holding the second best hand. Oh, and because he is a dirty, evil, shameless cheat.
So, here’s the situation.
There a small raise and a call – I don’t really remember who did what, but usually that how our hands were playing out. We then checked the hand all the way to the river and at the end, he said “I have a pair of tens” which was like third pair on the board. I was holding the T2 and so I said “what’s your kicker.” Instead of answering, he just starts laughing like a lunatic. I mean, nonstop maniacal, Dr. Evil laughter, so I figured, whatever, and I mucked my hand.
As my cards were flying through the air towards the middle, he says “my kicker could not be lower” and turns over his own T2.
I go to turn over my cards, and he says “No!” Grabs the pot and says “You mucked first, I win.”
I then declared him to be my enemy for life and proceeded to recover from my 600 chips to 3400 chip deficit in about three hands to crush him. The first is when he called my AK with A7 and I doubled through, then when he moved in with a flush draw and missed for me to take the lead and then the last hand of the match when I made a boat with my pocket jacks versus his queen flush.
You mess, with the bull, KJ...you get your ass kicked.
The next night, he came over for dinner and afterwards we played a couple of heads up matches. This time, it wasn’t even close, I bullied him early and stayed in command the whole way until the final hand where he pushed with two pair against my straight. And then the final hand of the second match where my QQ held up against his AQ.
Ah, it’s good to have a heads up punching bag, again.
You’re welcome over, anytime, kid.
Grin.
So, here’s the situation.
There a small raise and a call – I don’t really remember who did what, but usually that how our hands were playing out. We then checked the hand all the way to the river and at the end, he said “I have a pair of tens” which was like third pair on the board. I was holding the T2 and so I said “what’s your kicker.” Instead of answering, he just starts laughing like a lunatic. I mean, nonstop maniacal, Dr. Evil laughter, so I figured, whatever, and I mucked my hand.
As my cards were flying through the air towards the middle, he says “my kicker could not be lower” and turns over his own T2.
I go to turn over my cards, and he says “No!” Grabs the pot and says “You mucked first, I win.”
I then declared him to be my enemy for life and proceeded to recover from my 600 chips to 3400 chip deficit in about three hands to crush him. The first is when he called my AK with A7 and I doubled through, then when he moved in with a flush draw and missed for me to take the lead and then the last hand of the match when I made a boat with my pocket jacks versus his queen flush.
You mess, with the bull, KJ...you get your ass kicked.
The next night, he came over for dinner and afterwards we played a couple of heads up matches. This time, it wasn’t even close, I bullied him early and stayed in command the whole way until the final hand where he pushed with two pair against my straight. And then the final hand of the second match where my QQ held up against his AQ.
Ah, it’s good to have a heads up punching bag, again.
You’re welcome over, anytime, kid.
Grin.
posted by Dawn Summers at 1:10 PM
2 Comments:
"so I figured, whatever, and I mucked my hand."
HEHEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHEHE!
(Can u see me pointing at you while I am laughing?)
"I mean, nonstop maniacal, Dr. Evil laughter,"
HEHEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHEHE!
You are the devil. If we lose KJ because you were too mean to him, you'll pay.
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