6:40 pm August 2nd
Hollywood Casino, Charles Town, WV
Bad Beat Jackpot: $100,400 (and change)
I'm dealt Q
J
in the hijack (seat 5) and call a $10 open raise from utg (seat 10) along with one other player, a lady on my right.
FLOP: 9
9
10
I flop open ended, with backdoor flush draw. I wish I could remember the exact betting but, you know, "fog of war."
TURN: 8
I turned the nut straight with gunshot straight flush redraw and then got the gin card (10
) on the river, which also gave utg the quads. When the 10
falls, I realize that this is a potential bad beat board, but just in a sort of academic way. I'm not even thinking it's a real possibility.
At this point, utg leads out $50, with about $150 behind (iirc). I have both players covered. The lady folds. Figuring that he must have the full house, and probably the ten, I raise all in. He snap calls and tables his pair of tens.
I can't believe what I'm looking at. My initial inclination was to immediately table my hand but I caught myself. I've dreamed of this moment and how I would handle it.
I looked at the table and rechecked my cards. Then I called "Floor, table 5!" The guys at the check-in station looked over, but showed no signs of actually responding to my shout (as they probably shouldn't, unless the dealer backs it up).
One player at the table (who, coincidentally, had just hit the winning hand in the Bad Beat two weeks earlier when the jackpot was at $208k; how good does he run? Oh, and his wife was also at the table.), turned to the guy next to him and said "this is the bad beat!"
I slowly rolled over one card at a time. Everyone was happy. I got $25,104. Table share (8 way split) was $3,138.
Going to Las Vegas this Wednesday...