so I sit down at this random late reg table, and they start playing 3/4 handed, which is interesting, except that after the first level of button ante, it's 25/25/75/150, so an ante is 1/3 of the small bet lol. time to open up huge, except it's only 4 handed, so there aren't that many antes in the pot...
chad brown sits down to my left, and in retrospect, I think Scott Seiver was at my table too. not exactly the best table draw in what's supposed to be an event full of donks. nothing really eventful happens, although Chad Brown busted suuuuper quick...
I guess in the $1500 it's quick enough that you don't have a ton of room to manuever, and I lost a couple of jammed pots. one of the exciting ones was at the new table we were moved to.
on 5th, someone to my immediate left had XX944, where XX is aces or kings or something, someone else had xxTh9h8, someone to my immediate right had xx57K, and I had a236x. 944 leads, T98 calls, 57K calls, I jam my nut low draw, and am right to do so in a 4 handed pot, 944 3-bets, call,call, I 4bet, and he caps it. although looking back, it was probably too thin to 4-bet in that spot w/ the two 4s out, but, w/e...
6th comes down bad, I catch a 7, and 57k catches a 3. T98 catches a 3rd heart. it's checked to me, and I bet, 944 calls, T98xhhh raises a flush, and the low guy calls two cold. i assume he has a 7 low as well.
7th bricks me and my 7632a < 7543a. 944 guy goes ballistic when I don't flip over a winner as if it's any of his business and starts berating me for who knows what. fine. you're an idiot for berating me because you were jamming with me, and I don't give a ****.
then, he gets on his phone and starts tweeting, and the mother****er tweets "idiot gtown kid" something about him losing a big pot. now it's on, **** JUST GOT SRS BSNS style.
the only problem is I don't have that many chips now, and then we go on dinner break and I have like 2-3BB left.
I come back and win 4 all-ins, mostly chopping of course, and the guy next to me is like tilt/spite trying to iso me w/ bad hands and he's getting his ass handed to him, which is awesome.
on the hand I bust, I open with an Ace, Six, and something else, he r/r ac5cqc, and a guy calls two cold and then the b/i defends. I make a pair of aces on 4th, but the bring-in gets a wheel. the nice part was that douchebag was all in, too, and couldn't beat a wheel.
so this is a stunning development b/c now I can talk ****, although, I hadn't at all expected him to bust on the same hand as me (I was hoping he'd somehow bust before me obviously), so I didn't really have anything ready. I tell him not to send stupid tweets, and he's like "don't follow me then" and I'm like "I don't" and then he's like "how do you know then" and I'm like "I know" and don't tell him I saw his phone, and then I tell him to play me heads up if he thinks I'm an idiot and of course he backs down saying some bull**** like "I'm not in the mood right now" and then sends another stupid tweet about that I found out later.
BONUS TWITTER DETECTIVE WORK:
I am going to refrain here from identifying him, because I got my revenge as follows:
while I was playing a razz SNG, after I had the bracelet, the ****er comes over and starts talking to the guy next to me. I guess he didn't notice me, and I declined to start something b/c I was trying to take the higher road. But I was still pissed.
since ghost is the politest person ever, I tell him this story a day later, day 1 of the razzament, and ask how HE would take revenge if his honor was called into question. I thought about taking a picture of my hand giving the finger with the bracelet in clear view and then PMing it to him. to my surprise, Ghost approved of this, so I was set.
after I bust the razzament on day 2, I walk over to Ghost's table, and THERE HE IS. A few people asked me to show the bracelet, so I went out to my car after chatting w/ everyone on break, and came back wearing it to show those who wanted to see it.
ghost is sitting in the 2 seat, and ****er is sitting in the 4 seat. when I get to his table, I put my wrist out, so seat 4 can clearly see it, and say "hey, here's my bracelet" or something like that. ghost knows what's up, so he says, "wow! the $10,000 stud/8 world championship bracelet" uncharacteristically loudly. I choose not to make eye contact w/ seat 4, but ghost said the look of pain in his eyes was delicious as he was having a bad day anyway, and this made it so much worse. I hope it tasted like sweet, sweet candy.
as a result of this, I declined to send the picture, though still reserve the right to do so. the ****er is from New Jersey, so he had all this coming, anyway.