We’d been playing wild-card games all night. I was getting beat up on fourth street like a 2 dollar hooker. Every card I got crushed my straight… or my flush… and I couldn’t get a wild to save my damn life.
So, after two rounds it comes back to my deal. I call the game:
“Hold 'em. No blinds. Table limit.”, I say. “Since we’ve been playing these pussy games all night.”
We all ante. I deal to the five of us and peek at my two casually:
5-D 6-D
Finally! I think. A fcking hand worth playing*. I’ve got a working straight both ways, and a flush doesn’t look bad in Hold 'em either. My friend Jen checks her blind, and it checks all the way back around to me.
To hell with it! I bet like I’ve got a pair of cowboys or something. “A quarter.” I say. Then, I try to read some faces. Jen comes back in at me. She never lies. She’s got a pair. William hangs on with a quarter. Hoping something will happen on the flop I guess. He didn’t look too happy about it. Grimmer comes in, also looking for some help on the flop. Deb calls my quarter… I have no idea what she’s thinking. And finally Craig calls me too.
Did everyone pair up? Pot’s right, so I turn the flop:
5-C 6-C A-C
Well, that just crushed the hell outta my straight and flush, but I paired up the 5 and 6 with an Ace kicking them in the head. I’m still good. Clubs are really happy tho’. William throws a quarter at it smiling. He just paired up on that Ace… wonder if he’s got a 5 too? Grimmer calls him. He’s representing clubs, but he’s only got one… he still ain’t too happy about chasing it. Deb calls too… I still don’t know what she’s thinking. Craig comes in. Yeah, he’s sitting on a low pair, hoping to chase us off it later. I call the quarter, and Jen does the same… I’m still happy and so is she with her high pair.
I flip the turn:
6-H
Holy sht! Did I just get pick up 5’s full of 6’s? I think I did!* Grimmer checks… The heart didn’t help his nut flush. Deb checks… What the hell does she have? Craig checks… He’s got two low pair now and wants to see the last one for free.
“You ain’t gettin’ it for free.” I tell Craig. Pot looks good… maybe I can milk them for another quarter. “Quarter.” I say. Jen calls… She’s happy with her two pair. William gets spooked and folds his Ace. Grimmer folds… Too much money to find another club, I guess. Oh well. Deb calls… She chases some wild sht sometimes… she’s just playing dumb.* Craig calls… He’s happy with his two pair too… he doesn’t know Jen’s gonna smack him down.
I turn over fifth street:
A-H
The cat’s got two pair and I just picked up Aces full of Sixes… I’m gonna own this hand. Deb checks. Craig folds… His two pair are lower than the cat’s pair and he finally realizes Jen’s representing higher… and so am I for that matter. I throw 50 cents at it… Run off the slop and pick up Jen’s half-dollar. Jen folds… Damn… scared her off. William’s kicking himself in the ass about this time. Grimmer’s happy he ran away. Deb calls and raises 50… Huh!?! No way she has that other Ace… she’s bluffing so hard it’s coming out her ass. “50 and 50.” I say coming back over her and showing I’m not afraid. Deb calls.
I turn over. “Aces full of Sixes”, I say. My hand looks like this:
A-H, A-C, 6-C, 6-D, 6-H
Deb then proceeds to crush my ass off by turning over that other Ace that I was so sure she didn’t have:
A-D, A-H, A-C, 6-C, 6-H
“I got the other Ace and your ass is mine”, Deb says.
“Good hand…”, is my only reply.
The rest of the night was downhill from there. I’m still kicking myself and my manhood still hurts.
Oh well… you win some… you lose some. Tell me your good poker stories.