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Originally Posted by chilidog0425
(tune in next time for another bizarre hand that required two floor men!)
let me say again: tl;dr. i warned you.
1 round later, i pick up the monster 96o on the button. there's a weak tight limper, so naturally i raise. the big blind, who is very close to, if not The definition of a meat head, calls. the weak tighty limper folds.
before the flop is dealt, he makes an awesome play: "i check in the dark!" you're calling OOP and now you want to give up your chance to bet? ok, whatevs dood, i'm not gonna get out ******o'ed, so "i check the flop also" i say.
the dealer puts out the 9
3
2
flop. not bad one for me. but now, the meat head, i mean villian, throws out $25. we all assume he is betting the turn dark. the dealer burns a card and is about to put out the turn card, when the villian protests, "wait, i want to bet $50!" which is confusing as we had already checked through on the flop, both of us dark.
the table now erupts in confused banter. nobody can seem to make sense of the villian's intended action, so the floor is called. now, the dealer attempts to relay the action to the floor, but doesn't include the pertinent details, such as the dark checks -- through no fault of his own, i like the guy and he's a good dealer, but engrish is not his first language.
so i chime in with as many details as the floor wants. and he still has a confused look and is standing there blankly. so he motions another floor man over. we all hear the story again, and half the table is trying to get their opinion heard. so there are like 5 people yelling at the 2nd floor man, including the villian. i sit back and enjoy the show. finally, the 2nd floor man rules that the villian's dark turn bet is coming back and he will have a chance to act on the turn.
turn is dealt: 6
. bingo. top two. now the villian checks (??!!?!?) after betting $25, then saying he wanted to bet $50 instead.
so i oblige and bet $50. he instantly says, "i'm all in" and i snap "i call" as quick as i can. he has about $200 behind, so i'm never folding top two.
river: 9
, giving me the stones. he says, "i have a set" and rolls over K9. one of my pet peeves in holdem is people calling trips a set, but whatever. i fast roll, and say "no good".
the small blind, who was not in the hand at all says, "you raised my blind with 96o??!?" with a big smile on his face and we have a chuckle.
the very next hand, the villian from my first TR post yesterday is now on the button, and the meat head is in the SB. button raises pf, and the meat head ships all in with his short re-buy of $120. button calls and quickly tables his hand: AKo. "it's a race" says meat. the board comes paired and 8 high and runs out dry, AKo does not improve. meat tosses his hand towards the middle (no where near the muck pile) and a 9 is face up but the other card is face down. he quickly reaches in and turns over the other 9 for the winner.
dick head villian on the button says, "i could call the floor and win this pot, but i'm gonna let you have it. your hand should be dead." this sets off Meat, and he quips back with the most profound retort: "whatever, *******! let's call the floor!! i'll bet you your whole stack that i win this hand!"
the floor is called over for the third time in about 10 minutes. he is not happy. we hear the story and the floor rules that since the 9 was not near the muck and he reached to table his card immediately, the hand is live and wins the pot.
"ship me your whole stack!!" yells Meat. dick head had obviously not accepted the prop bet, but Meat insists. dick head: "F you, i never made a bet." now Meat rips his hipster sunglasses off and slams them down. the back and forth yelling and the inability for either of them to let it go started getting to me. not to mention we had played about 5 hands in the past 20 minutes.
so i racked up after the next hand and called it a night. proceeded to run bad on the drive home too as there was a major accident on I-5 where a Ryder truck crashed through the median and there were totaled cars on both sides of the freeway plus a gas tanker truck parked on our side. haz mat trucks and 37 fire trucks blocked the road for about 30 minutes while we danced around on the freeway.
the end.
be back in two weeks, ready for the mayhem to continue.