The Titanic Poker Story: Part Deux
Here's a link to Chapter One:
http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/54...=#post41452699
Chapter 2 - Playing tight
Bart was still recollecting himself from the kung fu stranglehold that Arnold put him in. He now had a $3000 stack in front of him in a $5/$10 No-Limit Hold'em game. It was his first time playing but he felt like a true poker professional. He had such an adrenaline rush from winning that big pot off of Arnold. That, and almost getting strangled to death because Arnold thought he had cheated. Wild Bill took Bart to the side of the room and told him "Kiddo, you need to play tighter. Jack 4 offsuit is not a good hand. You need to play hands that are either pairs or suited connectors. You need to beat these guys with better hands than them otherwise they will think you are cheating them. Also, what in the hell are you doing holding the cards up to your face when you look at them? You need to conceal your cards when you look at them. Okay?". Bart nodded and said "Yeah, I knew the jack 4 wasn't a good holding. Which is why I tried to take the pot away before the flops and rivers. Trust me Bill, I've learned my lesson. I won't try to bluff guys that are on steroids or look like they want to kick my ass". Bill responded "Good boy. Let's go make some money". And back to the poker game they went.
Bart tightened his game up and Bill was taking down pot after pot. A few orbits later Bart looked down at A
A
on the button. He couldn't help but crack a smile. Bill noticed this and gave Bart a look like "Wtf are you doing? Keep your poker face". After this stare from Bill, Bart covered his face and calmed himself down. Paul announced "I raise, to 22. Quack quack". Now it was on Bart, he felt nervous and didn't know what to do. He shakingly threw out 7 green chips for $175. Paul had an upset look on his face. He started twitching a little bit and his lips were moving around like Hector Salomanca from Breaking Bad. Paul announced "Quack quack, I call". Paul had about $1000 back. The flop rolled out 2
9
A
.
Bart involuntarily laughed as he knew that he had flopped 3 of a kind. Paul looked up at the kid and said "What's so funny? You like that flop? Quack quack, I check". Instantaneously, Bart grabbed his chips and slid all of them into the middle, one stack at a time, covering Paul. Arnold outraged yelled "Hey! That's a string bet! Kid, you cant do that you have to slide your entire bet in one motion. You can only bet that first stack which is $100". Paul interrupted him and said "Arnold, it's ok let the bet stand. The kid is obviously new and doesn't know all of the rules. He intended to move all in. So I say let it stand. I call your bet kid. Ace king no good, quack quack." Paul tabled 2
2
for a flopped set.
Bart smiled and honestly said "That's a nice hand, but it doesn't beat three aces. Does it?" Bart flipped over his pocket rockets and the table was in an uproar. Arnold raged "THAT'S IT! THIS KID IS ANGLE SHOOTING! STRING BETTING ALL IN WHILE HE HAS THE NUTS! LETS TAKE HIM OUT BACK PAUL AND SHOW HIM WHAT WE DO TO ANGLE SHOOTERS!" Bill hesitated and then said "Arnold, the hand isn't even over yet at least run the deck out before you get so upset. He wasn't angling. Why in the world would he overbet jam with top set on such a dry board?" Arnold reluctantly announced "Fine. run it out". The dealer burned and turned a 2
on the turn. The table erupted in laughter. Arnold screamed "Hahaha, kid that what you get! What comes around, goes around.". The dealer burned and turned again, revealing the A
as the river card.
No one said a word. There was dead silence in the room. Bart looked around and everyone in whole room just saw what happened. Bart didn't even know he won. Arnold's face started turning red, and then very red. Out of nowhere he grabbed the poker table and flipped it over. Chips and cards went flying all over the room. Luckily the table didn't land on anyone. Arnold slowly started walking towards Bart. He looked like his head was going to explode. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, fists clenched. Bart had already soiled his pants #1 and #2. Just as Arnold was within striking distance he paused. His eyes went wide and he grabbed at his chest. Then he fell over right on his back. Bill walked up to him and asked him if he was ok. His eyes were closed now. He felt his neck for a pulse and he said "Call and ambulance. He's dead, he has no pulse. Somebody help me move his body out of here. We can't have the police find out about these underground games or it's all of our asses."
Bart helped him move the body to the front of the bar and an ambulance arrived and took him away. Bill looked at Bart and said "Kid, you are the luckiest son of a bitch I've ever seen. Not only did you hit quads or quads. But you were about to be murdered by this man and he dies of a heart attack. We need to get you to Vegas. You might be running better than Jamie Gold did in the 2006 World Series of Poker. But you have a lot to learn". After this talk they went back to the poker room and surprisingly they got paid the actual money value for the stacks they had before the table was launched. Apparently they had cameras and could count each person's stack. Bart had about $5000 and that's what they paid him. Paul walked up to Bart and said "Hey it's Bart right? I've just gotta say nice hand. I've never lost with the quackers in my life. You might be the next Stu Ungar. Good luck to you, quack quack".
After they left the bar they had to dodge some police but they made it out unnoticed. They got into Bill's Caddy and he drove him home. Once they were at his house Bill patted Bart on the shoulder and said "Good work Barty, now give me the cash so I can pay you your cut." Bart handed him the cash and Bill counted it. "Here's your cut, $600. You get 20% of the profits like I said. You bought in for $2000 and profited $3000. Good work today, pack your bags. We're going to Vegas tomorrow." Bart stammered "But, but what about my job and family?" Bill laughed and said "Kid, poker is your new job. You will make more money than you have ever dreamed in this game. Or would you rather live with Mommy and Daddy with a minimum wage job the rest of your life?" Bart considered his options and told Bill that he was in. They shook on it and they were heading to Vegas tomorrow. Bart was so excited that night he could barely sleep.
End of Part Deux
To be continued...
Last edited by TimDawn; 12-20-2013 at 04:06 PM.
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