I'm playing 1/3 at Aria, and I'm doing well. Mostly because of this one, older, European Gentlemen who would not fold and played every damn hand, no matter the action before him.
So I bust him once, and he rebuys to $300.
I bust him again, and he pulls out a purple $500 chip and looks to me to color him down. I do. So now I have a purple chip in my stack - not that usual in 1/3 game, right? Cool.
He wins some hands and he grows his stack to around $500. But I bust him again.
This time, he pulls out a yellow $1k chip, and I oblige him by giving him back his purple plus $500 in red.
I've never had a 1k chip in my stack before, so I'm kinda stoked. I've got about $1800 total, so I place the yellow on top of my stack.
But I have to go to the bathroom, so I place the yellow underneath some red chips in the front of my stack, furthest from the rail. Don't want to give anyone walking by an easy grab, right?
After I come back, I leave my yellow in front of my stack, so everyone can see it, but - and this is the important part -
I can't see it.
So a few orbits go by and I'm not very active, maybe playing a few small parts.
Then THIS HAND HAPPENS - with the same Old, European Gentleman who I've busted again and again. But now he's got over $700 in front of him, as he had doubled up+ a few hands previously.
I have pocket sixes in EP. I raise to $10.
Everyone folds but the Old, European Gentleman on the button. We see a flop of AAQ.
I grab 4 chips - 3 red and a buck - from the front of my stack - for a normal C-bet of $16.
Except, as I release the chips over the line and they clatter in super slow-motion onto the felt, I see that I've accidentally thrown the yellow chip into the pot!
So instead of betting $16, I've bet $1011.
The above icons are me, on the inside. On the outside, I just smirk, and sit back in my chair, looking at my opponent, non-nonchalant.
Now, you have to realize - THIS GUY HAS NOT FOLDED A HAND SINCE HE'S SAT DOWN. Okay, maybe one or two, but he plays every damn hand. I mean, he called my all-in on the river with TP and a T kicker, and then called my massive checkraise against him and another guy with a 5-high flush draw, then pushed the turn when he missed.
I think we understand this guy does not like to fold, right?
So the Old Guy tanks. He looks at his hand.
Fidgets. Sighs. Shakes his head again.
Finally, he turns over his hand:
He's got A3
...But he hasn't called yet.
He looks at me, shakes his head some more, stacks some chips, counts his stack. He even picks up a stack and hovers it close to the betting line, like he's talking himself into a call.
Then...
He grins at me and shakes his head again, pointing with his chip stack at me.
"No!" He yells. "I'm not gon-give you no more money. I give you too much already."
And he mucks. Very pleased with himself.
Naturally, I showed my pocket sixes, racked up, and got the hell out of there.
That's what you call dodging a bullet.