Once I was playing in a private bar game at Nuttal & Mann's in Deadwood, South Dakota when some drunk random joined, spewing money, quickly going broke, and asking to borrow more to stay in the game. I told him he should take a break and come back when he can cover what he has already lost. He was really in a bad way so I tossed him a few bucks to eat some breakfast and he seemed to appreciate that.
Next day I'm back in the same game. I prefer to sit in the 9 seat which is back in the corner in this room, but the only open seat today is the 4 hole. A splashy regular I call Chuckles (who I believe is rich) had "my" seat. I tried to get him to switch a couple times, but he refused.
On this particular hand I am under the gun and see Q
with the A
which has a heel mark I just noticed on the face -- I'm not sure what might be going on there, but the game has endured cheating allegations in the past so I make a mental note to be wary as things develop. the blinds are 1-2 with a mandatory $5 straddle I have out already with about $350 behind. Most of the table has around $300 with one $120 short stack and Chuckles has me covered with $650.
The short stack to my left calls, 3 players fold, Chuckles calls from the cutoff, the button, and the blinds call for another standard family pot. I elect to raise to $40 and the short stack behind me quickly shoves. Chuckles tanks for about a minute before tossing out a call, and the button and blinds fold. The call-raise really rustled my jimmies, and I have no idea what Chuckles is doing with less than a pot sized bet remaining if I continue, and that marked ace... **** it, "All in!" "Call." "****."
The dealer quickly raps, burns, and spreads an A
8
8
flop. As he prepares to burn and turn everybody looks at me, or through me, or... what's going on? Confused, I start to flip my cards, then I hear "Damn you, take that!" as a small drop of blood hits the Q
in my hand.
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