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Originally Posted by shipit2kg
haha i wasn't trolling fwiw, thought it was concise and well said.
nice month, keep it moving bro. GL
Ha, thanks then. Appreciate it. Same to you!
HH Corner
This is a fun one that happened at a UKIPT event last year.
Back story is; I've just busted a side event on the bubble. The room does that annoying applause thing while I'm walking to the cage with my bank card. I withdraw £2k and they give it to me in £100 chips, telling me that I'll get change from dealers at the cash tables.
I walk back into the card room and speak to the CRD. There's a £2/5 game with a few on the list, and an open seat at a £1/3 game. The £1/3 game doesn't look great. Lots of regs sitting and discussing HHs. But the stacks are pretty deep so I decide to take it.
As im walking over to the table, a mate of mine who I'm travelling with, hands me two Jaegerbombs. It's like 2pm. I try and refuse, but he's not having it. So I pile my chips into my hoody pocket and carry the drinks over to the cash game. Once I get there I literally just lean over my seat/table and tip £2k in big chips onto the felt. My buddy is still hanging about, so I drink one of the Jaegers to keep him happy. At this point the HH discussing regs eyes are lighting up. I look like a legit maniac punter, so decide it's probably a good spot to take advantage of this image.
Third hand at the table I pick up K
Q
on the button. There's a limp from an unknown in the CO and I raise to £20. Reggy looking guy call in the BB and the limper calls.
Flop J
9
4
It's checked to me and I continue for £45, the BB calls and the limper folds.
Turn 2
BB checks and I v quickly check back.
River T
The BB tanks for quite a long time before leading for £125. My chips are still just in a pile on the table. I've not stacked them yet for a combination of image and cba purposes. I think for like 10 seconds, quietly say 'all-in' and just kind of slowly push them all over the line.
The reg guy looks absolutely disgusted. He starts muttering things like 'what the fk' & 'who is this guy' under his breath. He counts and re-counts his stack - which is around £1800, so I slightly cover. Eventually he announces 'fk this guy' (apparently that means call) and throws a chip in the pot. I table my hand and he turns over JT as if it's the worst beat ever suffered.