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Originally Posted by Chrizza
I once pumped my fists and screamed ''BULLDOZER'' after making a horrible suck-out on the river.
This is not so much embarassing as it is sad, but I once experienced the "dream come true" scenario for a poker player: I sat down at a poker table with a whale (a drug dealer) who doubled up (and in some cases tripled up) every player at the table - except me. In a $1/$2 NL game, this guy was putting $40 out (on every hand!) before the dealer even dealt the cards. All the other players at the table (regulars who played every day) would look at their hole cards and toss them, patiently waiting for a pair of Aces or Kings, and then going all-in. This guy would instantly "call" (and lose) regardless of what cards he had.
I had bought in for $400 (I was the short stack at the table) totally oblivious to what was going on, but I quickly picked up on the fact that something unusual was underway. After observing the first two double-ups, I immediately went into "praying for a pair of Aces" mode. Unfortunately, for me, the Aces never showed up. Meanwhile, over a period of around one hour, I watched guys with stacks of anywhere from $500 to $1,000 go up to $3,000. (One guy managed to hit the jackpot for over $5,000.)
While I'm fervently praying for a pair of Aces, the girlfriend of this "powder salesman" prances in and demands to be taken to the airport. He informs her "I'm playing poker" and she repeats her demand - at a much higher decibel level. He agrees to take her to the airport after he plays one more hand.
As the three of them (including his bodyguard) are leaving, I start (silently) crying. Of course, the very first hand the dealer dealt me after this whale's departure was a pair of Aces.
Former DJ