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Friday
August 9, 2002 |
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I went out playing poker tonight and ended up losing a big hand
which won me a lot of money. I was playing $3/$6 Texas
Holdem at my favorite local card-house, the Bicycle
Club. The dealer gave me pocket Aces, the flop came up Ace, Jack,
9. Ive got three of a kind, Aces. Sweet. I bet, the woman to my left raises me, most of the other players drop
out, I call. There are four, maybe five of us in the hand now. I wonder
what the woman has, but Im not too worried Ive got
the best possible hand right now. She can raise all she wants because
its all coming to me in the end. The next card comes up an 8. I look carefully for flush possibilities;
there arent any. I bet, once again, the woman raises me. Theres
a possible straight on the board, so I joke to her "You dont
have that King/Queen, do you?" Im a little worried that she
might, but even if she does I have her beaten at this point. If the
river card comes up a 10, then Ill be really worried. My hand
is still on top, though, so I call. The dealer deals the last card: a 9. Now Ive got a full house
-- Aces full of 9s. Im golden her possible straight is
dead, I have the best full house possible. I own this pot, its
just a matter of finishing the betting. I bet, the woman raises me. What the hell? Everyone else
drops out; its down to just the two of us; I look hard at the
board to see what she might have. Theres no flush and her straight
is broken. With a pair of 9s and that Ace on board, its possible
she has another full house with A9 as her down cards, but my full house
beats hers if she does. She wants to raise me? Okay, fine. I re-raise
her back. She doesnt even hesitate: she calls. What the hell? The dealer calls for us to show cards. I turn over my pocket rockets,
smile, and wait for her face to fall when she realizes Ive got
her. Instead, she smiles and turns over pocket 9s. She has four
of a kind, 9s. she's got me! Its a big pot, too, probably $75, maybe $100 in there. Its
going to hurt to watch her drag those chips. But everyone at the table
starts going nuts; jumping, yelling, cheering, slapping me on the back.
Its a Jackpot hand! Most of the casinos out here have what they call Bad Beat jackpots,
where when a monster hand like my Aces full gets cracked by an even
bigger monster hand, the loser wins the jackpot. Actually, everyone
wins: the loser wins half the jackpot, the winner wins ¼, and the remaining
¼ is paid out to everyone who was dealt into the hand. Thats why
theyre all so happy theyve all won some money. The
3/6 Bad Beat jackpot was up to $3900 when we hit it. My share of the jackpot was $1950. Not bad for losing a big pot. The really funny thing is that when we all sat down at the table, the
old guy to my right and I were talking about how wed never even
seen a jackpot at a table we were at. He said he didnt mind not
winning, he just wanted to see one. I said Id rather win
it than see it, so we agreed that Id win it tonight and hed
watch me. And thats exactly what happened. After I hit, this same guy starting giving me a sob story about how
since hes Canadian and doesnt have California ID, the casino
wont give him his share of the jackpot. Sure enough, he showed
me the form they gave him indicating that he had to show proper ID to
collect. He moaned about how this wasnt the first jackpot hed
missed out on because of this ID problem, but that it would cost him
"more than the jackpot" to get the proper ID. I was feeling
pretty flush at the moment, so I gave him $50 since he wasnt collecting
his proper share ($108) of the jackpot. (Lest you think Im too much of a soft touch, Id been watching
how he was playing [badly] and knew that if I staked him the $50, Id
be winning most if not all of it back from him before
I said goodnight. And thats exactly what happened, too.) All told, after tipping the dealer $100 and staking the sob story to
a $50 buy-in, I ended up cashing out $2003 off of a $100 buy-in, and
$100 of that was table winnings over and above the jackpot. So, yeah,
I had a pretty good night.
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