Killer Instinct

I rolled into the poker room at Bally’s around 3 in the PM and tried to put myself on the 3/6 list when the floorman suggested I join the 4/8 game they were just starting up instead. Didnt need to twist my arm, I threw down a hundred dollar bill and started surveying the chum. Shits consisted of a couple college kids lookin to hang out and watch the George Mason/Florida game on TV, a couple wannabe middle aged pros wearin their sunglasses and keepin real quiet like, and this proper latino woman who we will call Ezmeralda though I have no idea what her real name was. People were generally talkative, and no one had a problem with us making the game a full kill meaning that if someone won two pots in a row, the bet levels would move from 4/8 to 8/16. It looked like I was in line for a whole lotta action.
I called a couple preflop raises with mediocore hands, always getting away from them when I missed the flop. Then I had an Ace Eight suited that I raised preflop, and when it came 8,2,3 I kept right on betting it. Ezmerelda was the only one who stuck with me the whole way, and when the ace came on the river I solidified my hold on a pot that likely would have been pushed my way regardless of that added dominance at the end. Ezmeraldas shit was simmerin, as I stacked my shit now up about forty quick bucks. Within a couple hands she called out the dealer on stacking the one dollar chips once they had been thrown in the pot. It really didnt make any sense for her to have a problem with it as it made it both easier to calculate pot odds and easier to collect and redistribute to the proper winner, and so I reasserted that fact and said that I would rather he continue to stack the shit. The dealer asked her point blank why it mattered to her and when she said she had been in the casino business for thirty years and it was unproffessional for him to do it that way, he basically said fuck you and continued to stack the shit. I took the oppurtunity to thank him for the chips being stacked whenever possible during hands I wasnt in, which only got this evil lady angrier.
I was being pretty patient with my hands, but I had an 8-6 of spades where I called an obviously tight player’s preflop raise from the big blind. There were three of us to the flop and when it came 7-5-3 of clubs, I checked to the raiser. He made it 4, scaring off our other opponent, and I sensed weakness so I reraised him. He thought about it and called, bringing the ace of clubs on the turn. This time I bet it out, and he took the longest time to call. The river brought a blank ten of spades, but I again bet it knowing it was the only way to take it down. Shit thought about it forever, then showed his neighbor what was likely an ace king as he mucked. I threw in my cards face up to rub shit in, and one of the college boys vocalized the fact “wait, you didnt have anything”. I smiled wide at my victim and shit did one of those half hearted laughs where he tried to act like he respected the move but obviously wanted to leap across the table and strangle me.
It was about 3:30 and the dealer started asking another dealer if he was gonna get a push. He made it clear it was at the end of his shift and said that the game had started at three on the dot even though it was more like five after. One of the university students interjected thinking he was helping by correcting the dealer on the time, but I told him that the dealer was trying to go home after working since 9AM on the down low and he clammed up. They decided they would go ahead and push, but then Ezmerelda got all upset for no reason. She demanded to see a floorperson about the fact that the dealers were arguing, likely trying to get dude in trouble for denying her no stacking request. The new dealer wasnt taking any shit, just looked right at her and said, “Lady, your just mean”. As the old dealer shot her a look of disgust, I reassured him, “Dont worry, Im going to bust her for you. Shes already had to rebuy for a hundred, and the next one aint far behind.” She got up to find a floorperson to make her complaint. As they talked directly behind where I was seated, one of the college boys said to another, “can you believe this woman, Ive never seen anything like this”. His buddy responded “I may have done it if I was blacked out drunk, but shes sober.” “Yeah, but you dont even know who you are when you’re drunk.” I took this oppurtunity to join the conversation and say “That woman knows exactly who she is. She is a giant bitch.” I said it well within earshot of her, and I have no doubt shit heard it. Meanwhile, the dealer who was getting written up loudly cracked up at my joke, and she clearly saw that as well.
When she came back to the table she was ready to put some chips in play, and I let her do it against other people while waiting for the right hand to make my move. My time came when the guy to my right had won two pots in a row and doubled up the limits to 8/16 cause he was killing. I found A-Q diamonds, and I bumped the shit to 16 from the get go. Three callers to the button including the offended Ezmerelda, mostly because I had been raising like a jackass preflop pretty much anytime I played a hand, and wasnt one person believed I had a big hand. Dude on the button made it 24 to go, and the killer decided to call. I didnt hesitate, bumping shit to 32. It made one guy drop out, but two other callers to the button who capped it at 40 dollars and was called by everyone who had made it that far. 5 players in for 40 each plus an additional 18 bucks in folded hands meant we were looking at a ludicrous 214 dollar pot preflop after the rake.
Thats when it happened dude, if there was a player in the bunch they would have realized I all but screamed jackpot with my eyes when the flop came 5,6,8 of diamonds. I knew no one was going away to an 8 dollar bet so I led out, with two callers than a raise from the big blind who almost definitly had a big pair. The killer dropped out, but even when I made it 24, ezmerelda and the guy I had bluffed still called knowing full well it would be raised again. Dude who was in the bidding war with me topped out at 26 dollars all in with me completing the bet to 32 and getting those two to come along for the ride in a sidepot. Turn came seven of clubs, and I bet out 16, again getting two calls. River was a nine of clubs and I said aloud “Ive got a straight” as I bet another sixteen. Again, two calls and I flipped the second nuts with only a straight flush being able to beat me. Shits were disgusted, as I was pased a pot that was beyond disgusting for that level game. Shit took me two full hands to pile all the chips, and I was up somewhere in the neighborhood of three fifty. I played out another round, then bowed out happy with my score. I netted 345 after tipping out the proper parties, and shit couldnt have felt sweeter to see another hundred being pulled from a purse that should have read “Bitch Ass Motherfucker” on the side. Sometimes dealer karma is even more important than solid play.

Killer Instinct

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