All is NOT fair in Love and Poker
So, last night Jeremy and I both head out to play in our local "free game". We usually don't play on the same nights due to responsibilities at home, but hey, my Dad offered up free babysitting and I quickly jumped in the car and drove away before he could change his mind!
I was pretty excited, Wednesday night is one of my favorite nights (because they have karoke along with the Poker), and everything looked good. We were having a few drinks, catching some decent cards, laughing...
I get dealt a Ace and a Jack of Hearts. Now, this would typically be a strong hand I guess, but the dealer had been throwing low cards all night and I figured this would be no exception, so I just threw in what it took to call. The flop comes out J, Q, low card and the Q was a heart. The guy sitting just after me makes a big raise. Jeremy calls him. Shit. I HATE playing the same hands as him, but I felt I had to call with the middle pair, and a possible straight and flush draw. Next card: something low and black - useless. The original raiser checks. Sweet. Jeremy looks over at me, holds his chips out over the "imaginary line" and says, "Here you go baby, have my chips". I just kind of give him a strange look and say, ok, and call his all in. Last card is useless to me too, but luckily the big raiser follows the "dry pot" rule and lets me check. He wins the main pot on a pair of Q's with a kicker. Here is the war starts though. Jeremy wins the side pot with a pair of Q's and a stupid low card! Then proceeds to rub it in that I called him!
WAIT A SECOND HERE BUDDY! Profanity starts flying out of my mouth, the 2 people sitting in between us just back their chairs up and stare. The other table stops playing to listen. Jeremy is a part time player and a part time dealer. He gets to the tables about twice a month, once a week if he's lucky. I play 3-4 times a week with the same 40 people, and also spend at least an hour a day online, sometimes more. At the point of this call, I was the only one at the table who had a chance in hell at making a comeback and taking the chip leader on head to head. I'm not saying that I'm the best player, but I'm definitely better than Jeremy (by pure experience alone, he just doesn't see the cards like I do - he missed a Nut flush from the tightest player on the circuit who went all in when the 3rd club hit - obvious to everyone except Jeremy what he had). I'm not mad at him for playing a "better" poker game, I'm pissed off because he looked me in the eyes and flat out told me that he was donating the rest of his chips to the "cause". Needless to say, the rest of my chips didn't last long, I was forced to raise preflop on a mediocre hand because I was big blind, and although I hit two pair, someone else hit the straight.
So, how did Jeremy fare after he stole my chips? He was out less than 5 hands later. Big surprise.
I was pretty excited, Wednesday night is one of my favorite nights (because they have karoke along with the Poker), and everything looked good. We were having a few drinks, catching some decent cards, laughing...
I get dealt a Ace and a Jack of Hearts. Now, this would typically be a strong hand I guess, but the dealer had been throwing low cards all night and I figured this would be no exception, so I just threw in what it took to call. The flop comes out J, Q, low card and the Q was a heart. The guy sitting just after me makes a big raise. Jeremy calls him. Shit. I HATE playing the same hands as him, but I felt I had to call with the middle pair, and a possible straight and flush draw. Next card: something low and black - useless. The original raiser checks. Sweet. Jeremy looks over at me, holds his chips out over the "imaginary line" and says, "Here you go baby, have my chips". I just kind of give him a strange look and say, ok, and call his all in. Last card is useless to me too, but luckily the big raiser follows the "dry pot" rule and lets me check. He wins the main pot on a pair of Q's with a kicker. Here is the war starts though. Jeremy wins the side pot with a pair of Q's and a stupid low card! Then proceeds to rub it in that I called him!
WAIT A SECOND HERE BUDDY! Profanity starts flying out of my mouth, the 2 people sitting in between us just back their chairs up and stare. The other table stops playing to listen. Jeremy is a part time player and a part time dealer. He gets to the tables about twice a month, once a week if he's lucky. I play 3-4 times a week with the same 40 people, and also spend at least an hour a day online, sometimes more. At the point of this call, I was the only one at the table who had a chance in hell at making a comeback and taking the chip leader on head to head. I'm not saying that I'm the best player, but I'm definitely better than Jeremy (by pure experience alone, he just doesn't see the cards like I do - he missed a Nut flush from the tightest player on the circuit who went all in when the 3rd club hit - obvious to everyone except Jeremy what he had). I'm not mad at him for playing a "better" poker game, I'm pissed off because he looked me in the eyes and flat out told me that he was donating the rest of his chips to the "cause". Needless to say, the rest of my chips didn't last long, I was forced to raise preflop on a mediocre hand because I was big blind, and although I hit two pair, someone else hit the straight.
So, how did Jeremy fare after he stole my chips? He was out less than 5 hands later. Big surprise.
posted by MrsTito at 12:34 PM
2 Comments:
My problem when I play with Ray is I can never read him. I'd think after how long we've been together I would get it, but I never do and always lose.
Boy was I livid! Poker is my only outlet (besides blogger). I have a boring job and a toddler, so I take my games fairly seriously. It's all his fault, he got me started when we lived in Jefferson with nothing to do but watch it snow...
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