Doug Lee, biggest toolbox ever?
11-28-2013
, 11:14 PM
12-01-2013
, 06:43 PM
12-16-2013
, 07:45 PM
12-16-2013
, 09:31 PM
12-17-2013
, 06:57 PM
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I sighted Doug Lee two days.
It was nearing morning. I’d been sitting at the 2/5 game at the Venetian for the entire night, holding my own against some really aggressive players. I had watched three players bust out in the final hour - the last guy taking a terrible beat on the river, a King or Jack came (I can't remember which) making his opponent's flush.
It was only minutes after that hand when Doug Lee entered. He was oddly quiet - something was on his mind, but he refused to say. He had the look in his eye of a man who didn't know where he was or how he got there. A hazardous look. I think we all noticed it, even the dealer, for she never asked him for his ID-badge or his name. He simply sat down without a word, as if that seat had been waiting patiently for him all night to fill it.
In the next half hour he proceeded to bluff away all his chips. He was making mad plays, with a hand-range like machine gun fire. But with every play, his opponent held him by the nuts. No one ever bet to him: again and again they let him take his own bullets as he vainly fired out on every street – desperate to win one pot at least. Then, holding his last chip like the sacred Eucharist, he fell away from the table, half in a daze, dashing away without looking back a single time.
But I followed him, chasing him, as he strode outside. He never knew I was there, until finally, looking back he found me eagerly trailing him. He smiled and with a motion of his finger, like that of an exposed spy bringing me into his confidence, I came up right to him. The alley was dark, but a ring on Doug’s finger glimmered with supernatural fire, illuminating his face.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, knowing that I hungered to hear him speak.
“Doug Lee,” I said. “Tell me this, you just lost over $4,000 like it was nothing. Tell me please from where you get the capital that lets you play like a maniac and never win.”
“It’s not Doug Lee, but Doug Who.”
“Doug Who?” I repeated, for I didn’t know at all what he meant. Then I saw it behind him, a red monolith, with a dawning glow upon it, and I had but a second to extract my camera from my pocket and take this sole picture before it was gone, and with it, so was he:
It was nearing morning. I’d been sitting at the 2/5 game at the Venetian for the entire night, holding my own against some really aggressive players. I had watched three players bust out in the final hour - the last guy taking a terrible beat on the river, a King or Jack came (I can't remember which) making his opponent's flush.
It was only minutes after that hand when Doug Lee entered. He was oddly quiet - something was on his mind, but he refused to say. He had the look in his eye of a man who didn't know where he was or how he got there. A hazardous look. I think we all noticed it, even the dealer, for she never asked him for his ID-badge or his name. He simply sat down without a word, as if that seat had been waiting patiently for him all night to fill it.
In the next half hour he proceeded to bluff away all his chips. He was making mad plays, with a hand-range like machine gun fire. But with every play, his opponent held him by the nuts. No one ever bet to him: again and again they let him take his own bullets as he vainly fired out on every street – desperate to win one pot at least. Then, holding his last chip like the sacred Eucharist, he fell away from the table, half in a daze, dashing away without looking back a single time.
But I followed him, chasing him, as he strode outside. He never knew I was there, until finally, looking back he found me eagerly trailing him. He smiled and with a motion of his finger, like that of an exposed spy bringing me into his confidence, I came up right to him. The alley was dark, but a ring on Doug’s finger glimmered with supernatural fire, illuminating his face.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, knowing that I hungered to hear him speak.
“Doug Lee,” I said. “Tell me this, you just lost over $4,000 like it was nothing. Tell me please from where you get the capital that lets you play like a maniac and never win.”
“It’s not Doug Lee, but Doug Who.”
“Doug Who?” I repeated, for I didn’t know at all what he meant. Then I saw it behind him, a red monolith, with a dawning glow upon it, and I had but a second to extract my camera from my pocket and take this sole picture before it was gone, and with it, so was he:
wp gg nh
12-19-2013
, 04:51 PM
12-24-2013
, 01:59 AM
12-24-2013
, 06:25 AM
12-24-2013
, 10:07 AM
12-24-2013
, 10:33 AM
12-26-2013
, 12:23 PM
12-26-2013
, 02:43 PM
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th
gg.
Last edited by Parts Unknown; 12-26-2013 at 02:48 PM.
Reason: wish i had snapped a couple pics or asked for an autograph or something..
12-26-2013
, 03:48 PM
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I was deep w/ him and was seated on his immed left most of day 2. I missed my hand in my BB cause ran to the restroom when I first got moved. So first hand I played was in the SB. Folds to DL on the button w/ just under 60k at 800/1600... all in! I look down at two 9's and cover w/ around 140k and call... Dough A7cc... as dealers bringing the flop out... DL 'RED ACE'... sure enough. So Dough doubled thru me, not the worst thing to have this monkey on your right w/ ~80bb in a very well structured tournement. Anyways few hours pass and we're near the money. Like 24 paid with 28 left or something. DL opens button I reshove 24bb from SB and get snapped off by DL KTo... I look at his hand and can only think this is the way i'm bubbling this thing... anyways end up holding. The bubble is long and I actually doubled the next hand so have a lot at this point. Doug has about 50bb and the table is playing real tight so its folded to him in the SB (a spot I like a lot w/ position deep effective stacks and very wide ranges vs this guy). Doug raises 10x and same thing the next orbit. I ask him why he's making it so big and doesn't want to play poker anymore. He tells me that he just doesn't want me getting lucky on him again cause I won the 60/40. After playing with him I'm convinced he's either one of the most delusional people in all of poker (that is saying something!) or is really smart and thinks he is gaining some sort of psycological advantage by making you question realitiy.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th gg.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th
gg.
12-26-2013
, 06:09 PM
Quote:
I was deep w/ him and was seated on his immed left most of day 2. I missed my hand in my BB cause ran to the restroom when I first got moved. So first hand I played was in the SB. Folds to DL on the button w/ just under 60k at 800/1600... all in! I look down at two 9's and cover w/ around 140k and call... Dough A7cc... as dealers bringing the flop out... DL 'RED ACE'... sure enough. So Dough doubled thru me, not the worst thing to have this monkey on your right w/ ~80bb in a very well structured tournement. Anyways few hours pass and we're near the money. Like 24 paid with 28 left or something. DL opens button I reshove 24bb from SB and get snapped off by DL KTo... I look at his hand and can only think this is the way i'm bubbling this thing... anyways end up holding. The bubble is long and I actually doubled the next hand so have a lot at this point. Doug has about 50bb and the table is playing real tight so its folded to him in the SB (a spot I like a lot w/ position deep effective stacks and very wide ranges vs this guy). Doug raises 10x and same thing the next orbit. I ask him why he's making it so big and doesn't want to play poker anymore. He tells me that he just doesn't want me getting lucky on him again cause I won the 60/40. After playing with him I'm convinced he's either one of the most delusional people in all of poker (that is saying something!) or is really smart and thinks he is gaining some sort of psycological advantage by making you question realitiy.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th gg.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th
gg.
01-09-2014
, 07:31 PM
01-09-2014
, 11:04 PM
Quote:
I was deep w/ him and was seated on his immed left most of day 2. I missed my hand in my BB cause ran to the restroom when I first got moved. So first hand I played was in the SB. Folds to DL on the button w/ just under 60k at 800/1600... all in! I look down at two 9's and cover w/ around 140k and call... Dough A7cc... as dealers bringing the flop out... DL 'RED ACE'... sure enough. So Dough doubled thru me, not the worst thing to have this monkey on your right w/ ~80bb in a very well structured tournement. Anyways few hours pass and we're near the money. Like 24 paid with 28 left or something. DL opens button I reshove 24bb from SB and get snapped off by DL KTo... I look at his hand and can only think this is the way i'm bubbling this thing... anyways end up holding. The bubble is long and I actually doubled the next hand so have a lot at this point. Doug has about 50bb and the table is playing real tight so its folded to him in the SB (a spot I like a lot w/ position deep effective stacks and very wide ranges vs this guy). Doug raises 10x and same thing the next orbit. I ask him why he's making it so big and doesn't want to play poker anymore. He tells me that he just doesn't want me getting lucky on him again cause I won the 60/40. After playing with him I'm convinced he's either one of the most delusional people in all of poker (that is saying something!) or is really smart and thinks he is gaining some sort of psycological advantage by making you question realitiy.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th gg.
For the fans... Dough ended up finishing about 16th
gg.
01-13-2014
, 01:23 PM
01-22-2014
, 06:16 AM
01-22-2014
, 06:41 AM