There is this little scrawny puke of a kid at Harrah's that honestly acts as if he is 10 years old when he loses. Last week he called a loose player’s all-in with 33Q on the board and he had KK. The guy had a 3; DUH. Now he's WHINING about how he just lost his rent money (I tell him he shouldn't be playing with his rent money) and he starts berating the dealer and I tell him "man, seriously, shut up" because I'm friends with the gal dealing. Anyway, needless to say, we are now enemies, but he is still 10 years old. I don't mean to pick on anyone, but he pushes ALL my buttons.
On Wednesday (three days later), we’re playing and the flop comes KQ7 and he bets with a K and I call with QJ, knowing I'm beat, but just dying to bust this little shit.
Turn: (KQ7) one Jack; no lines, no waiting. He's scared of me because he knows I know what I'm doing, so he checks and I overbet the pot. He folds and I rake about $80. I say "nice check, all I had was AJ", and show him the J. "You showed weakness." His face turns red.
Later: I've got QQ and raise preflop. He's got TT. The flop comes low; we've both got an overpair. He bets and I come over the top and he thinks and folds while saying, "have you got me beat?" and shows his tens. I say, "oh, yeah" but I refuse to show him my cards (I'm been showing some of my hands) to make it look like a bluff. He's LIVID and I cannot keep my smile to myself, which only serves to tilt him further.
About 30 minutes later, I flop a set to his raised pot (is there anything more fun than that??), and couldn't be more pleased with myself. He's basically determined to not let me "bluff" him and keeps betting, and guess what, I keep calling. When I turn over my set of FOURS, I thought he was going to have a stroke right there at the table.
It was about the most fun I've ever had at the poker table.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
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