One shot, One Kill

The World Series of Poker is having a circuit event at Bally’s for the next couple weeks, so I went over there to see how strong the scent of action was in the air. Shits had some 300+30 no limit tourney going and satellites on the side. I met up with my boy Sean who was mid satellite, and realized that they were a complete rip off. 10 people put in 50 each with one winner getting 400 and the house taking 100. A twenty percent rake is reminiscent of keno, but I’m not afraid to put a bet down when I know the winning numbers if you catch my drift.

So I sat, and I threw down 50 of my 120 stake. Some jackass down the end asked me if I wanted to go 100 bucks on which one of us lasted longer and I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t have the scratch, instead I offered twenty and he acted like I was wasting my time. Shit got real aggressive like once the tourney started and I let people know I was not to be trifled with. A guy hit an ace on the river with AK against me, and I was down to 400 chips of my original 1000. I called a two hundred chip raise with 4-7 off because there were 5 callers, and I needed to get back even. Flop came king, four, ten, and I went for it. Three callers stayed and I was all in with bottom pair. Turn came seven, giving me two pair and when the river blanked it gave me both the pot and the disrespect of everyone at the table. I lost a race to drop most of the chips back, then went all in for 800 with pocket eights and two callers. The whole time I was chastising the guy who wanted to bet on who lasted longer, to the point that he got up and walked away from the table several times before getting busted at the hands of Moulton. After flopping trip eights against an over pair and ace king, shits were running scared. I bullied my way to the chip lead and only 3 players remaining at the table.

That’s when I started in with the less than lucrative chop offers, basically needling their shits because I had the chip lead. I constantly pushed all in, and one time did so under the gun with eights. I got called by this chick who couldn’t have been angrier with me, and it put her all in with her 3000 chips against my 4500. She flips over Adiamonds-Qspades, and I show my 8hearts-8spades. Flop comes nine of spades, four of diamonds, six of spades, so I’m still ahead. Turn comes jack of spades, which is a scary card but I don’t acknowledge it. Instead of verbalizing my need to dodge a spade I root, “show me that eight”. River comes king of spades, and I’m furious. Before I can vent my frustration, I realize that she has become equally frustrated, not seeing her flush. Her face up cards get thrown towards the muck, and I wipe any hint of frustration off my face as she vacates the table. The dealer didn’t see it, the other player didn’t see it, and I got 7 grand in chips passed my way. Shit was the fucking shit dude. I won with the worst hand when the cards were face up and after flicking the angel on my shoulder across the room, I listened to the devil and took the chips. From there dude agreed to a 75 dollar/325 dollar chop, and I had taken the shit down. MOULTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

One shot, One Kill

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