Haven't posted this one from a few weeks ago:
I push in, a couple of the players are in a good mood, and immediately start praising me by name as a good dealer.
They then have this exchange:
A: He's a good poster on that 2+2, as well. You ever read his posts?
B: Yeah, remember last year? You texted me about a story he posted, you wrote, "You were in that game last night, which player was he talking about?", and I texted back, "ME!"
A: Oh yeah, then he admitted you weren't being a jerk, he was taking a little license!
YTF: I barely remember that...but I didn't mention any names, no one knew I meant YOU!
B: I did!!!
YTF: And I fell all over myself calling you a nice guy, didn't I?
(This was all said with smiles, they thought it was funny. Here's the posts, if you care.)
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Originally Posted by youtalkfunny
$20-40 LHE, one of those games I just pass out the cards, and rarely announce anything, and almost never need to count how many chips people threw out there, etc. The players on the right end of the table are the blinds. I call for the blinds, and they post them as I'm pitching. As I finish pitching, a player on my left urgently asks me to change a $5 chip as the waitress hovers nearby. I give him his change, and turn my attention back to the game:
All folded to the button, who made it two bets;
SB called;
BB hasn't acted yet;
BUT....
The button's bet is stacked neatly. The SB's bet is a sloppy pile, and is light one chip. The BB is also light one chip. And there is a single chip near the center of the table, triangulated perfectly to make it impossible to guess whose it is.
I stop the action, point to the lone chip, and ask, "Whose is this?"
The BB is annoyed by the delay, and annoyed with the SB's sloppy ways. "That's HIS," he snarls.
"OK," I reply, and push the lone chip back into the SB's call. Then I point to the BB's bet and tell him, "That means you're light one chip."
The poor man. He wanted to argue, but knew that shooting his mouth off like that probably cost him $5. He called the raise, closing the action, but he was still one chip light. He was certain that HE had posted his BB properly, because he's never been wrong in his life....but he's clearly wrong about SOMETHING here. Either he misidentified the stray chip, or he posted an incorrect BB...and this paradox was strangling him, he couldn't stand it.
I don't pull in the bets. I just sit there, and give these guys a chance to figure this out themselves. Of course, the BB is on the hook for the missing $5 chip now, but I'm not going to be the one who argues with him about it.
It only took a few moments before the BB relented and tossed in one more chip. "Well, I'll just have to win this pot then," he resolved.
(He did not win this pot.)
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Originally Posted by youtalkfunny
I feel the need to clear something up, so please indulge me:
I got a PM explaining the deleted post was from a player who was at that table, calling my story a gross exaggeration. The PM paraphrased the deleted post as, "...the BB immediately threw in the extra chip without much delay or conflict."
I want to post my full reply to that PM:
I went back and reread my story. The only objectionable part I could find:
I super-villain-ized the BB in this story for effect. He's actually a very nice guy. I was thinking this was harmless, because of the assumed anonymity of it all. Of course, it is NOT anonymous to someone who was there, and knows the parties involved.
It would slow down the story to explain the BB's history of being a nice guy, and weaken the character--a good story needs a good villain, after all.
But BB in this story CAN be a little nitty at times, but no more so than the average poker player (folks who nit over little details seem to be attracted to poker)...and he did paint himself into a corner here....and his body language made it clear that he was doing some real fretting at this moment...
...but that's all it was, just a moment, just a half-a-SB, just the most inconsequential thing that could possibly come up. I'm not trying to turn him into Osama bin Laden over here.