Sunday @ Harrah's; it was a thing of beauty. I had the Harrah's WSOP qualifier at my table and he clearly had me on "chump" cause he thought he could push me around whenever the mood struck him. I caught his hand in the cookie jar several times. My favorite:
Me: AK ($30 preflop)
Him: Call (With 3 others)
Flop: AK7 (I'm behind him)
Him: Check
Me: Check (I know he's just itching to push me around, but I know that patience is the play here ...)
Turn: 3
Him: Check
Me: A very cautious $80...
Him: $200
Before he even gets the last syllable of hundred out, I say all in. So he's stuck doling out red chips that he knows are already mine because there's NO WAY he's calling. Caught yet again by the chump at the end of the table. How's that feel, Mr. WSOP? (He folds)
I could BARELY keep from flashing a big toothy grin at him.
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