Frogzilla
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I was disqualified multiple times and most made sense…but one I have to ask. What is wrong with missionary?!
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Chocolate cake
Dave, the host, has two teenage boys, one of whom is interested in poker. He sometimes crashes the game and observes us while we are playing. Dave and his family move to a home on the lake during the summer and the owners of that property move to Dave's, which is why the earlier pictures show a concrete floor instead of a wood floor. The hosting duties are handed over to another member.
Hero has experienced a fair amount of success since joining the group, which has irritated some of the players, including the host, who tries to conceal it by putting on a good face. Dave told Hero at the table that his son inquires about Hero the day after every game.
Dave didn't play Tuesday, so he wasn't there to witness Hero having another big night.
The player to Hero's left, desiring to instigate, snapped a picture of Hero's stack and sent it to Dave with the caption: For Colton "Mojo's at it again." or something to that effect. This started a conversation about how much Hero had won over the last 15 weeks. A subject Hero was happy to leave to speculation.
Unfortunately, one of the players demanded Hero share with the table the amount of his winnings. One player tapped $18,155 into his phone and showed it to Hero. It became obvious to Hero no one was going to drop the subject, and the longer he took to answer, the more animated the others had become.
Hero decided it was safest to take the middle road. He told the lead interrogator that he had probably won nine or ten thousand, which drew laughs and scoffs from around the table. Hero reminded the others of his two back to back losses. Not to be made fools of, they put the number at 14 or 15 thousand. Hero brushed their guesses off, stating he kept track of his losses, not his individual wins. As you can imagine, no one at the table believed Hero's claim.
Hero continued to profit during the evening, eventually building his stack up to $1750. Three of the seven players decided to call it quits at twenty minutes to midnight. The remaining three players wanted more action from Hero. The same three that were the loudest in demanding Hero give them a figure of what he had won from their games.
Roughly a half hour later, Larry challenged Hero to a heads up match, to begin on the spot. Hero didn't take the bait. Larry persisted, nonetheless. Hero continued to ignore Larry's challenge.
Play continued for another 45 minutes whereupon Hero called it a night. Playing four handed, Hero added $250 to his stack, cashing out with $2010.
Larry, who lives a few minutes away from where the game is played, caught a ride from one of the players who left earlier. He asked Mike for a ride, but quickly changed his mind after realizing that Hero had to go home in that direction.
Outside the car Hero tells Larry to wait while he cleared out the passenger seat of a dozen assorted CD's, comprised of musical groups and singers from the 70's. Larry popped open the passenger door and saw the titles of the CD's. He complimented Hero on his taste in music and asked him what bands he liked best. "Stones, Led Zeppelin". Larry lit up at Hero's response, giving Hero his approval.
Once inside the car Larry said, "We harass you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, we would be hammering the shit out of you and we wouldn't feel bad about it, so you keep on taking our money." Hero wanted a Starbucks Mocha Coffee for the ride home. He asked Larry if he minded that we stop in at the gas station to pick up a beverage. "Go ahead, you are driving!" he said.
To Hero's dismay, they were out. It is unbelievable how unlucky our Hero is.
By now, you are probably wondering what the hell does the above have to do with chocolate cake?
To answer that question, we have to circle back to Dave. For people who haven't read this thread, Dave is an excellent Chef. Truly. At his house, every player hands Dave $10 when they arrive and in return he prepares and cooks a fantastic meal. So good in fact, that Hero gives him $20 and he feels like he is gipping him $80. The substitute host on the other hand takes our $10 and orders cheap tasting Chinese take out or mediocre pizza from the only pie joint in town.
A few weeks ago, Hero stopped in at the local sandwich shop and bakery for lunch as they were bringing out a chocolate cake. Hero took note of how delicious the chocolate cake looked and considered buying it for the players, but decided to pass because lets face it, who wants chocolate cake after eating cheap ass Chinese food or pizza?
To Hero's delight that night, Dave had asked the substitute host if he could use his kitchen to cook a meal because he wanted a break from take out. He cooked and seasoned ground turkey in a cast iron pan and prepared a big plate of organic yellow corn tacos, Sister's Salsa, tossed greens and finely grated yellow and white cheese.
What a refreshing surprise! Hero, happy to have one of Dave's meals again, told the players about the chocolate cake he had seen at the bakery that day and how he thought about buying it and bringing it to the game, but he didn't believe a dessert that sweet and rich would go well with Chinese take-out or pizza.
Please pardon Hero for temporarily forgetting where he was sitting when he reminisced out loud about the chocolate cake he had seen that afternoon. Hero knows full well what every poker player knows, that a poker table is the last place for expressing one's good intentions out loud.
This group wasn't going to let what Hero said slide. They were going to see that he paid the price for his gaff. Pointless in trying to escape or back-pedal. Hero had hooked himself into bringing a chocolate cake to next week's game. Having been caught, Hero decided he would do it up right. He asked the baker if he could add chocolate shavings to the top of the cake, which he did. Hero shows up with the cake the following week, and as expected, not one player had a piece.
Oh, they opened the lid and peeked inside, but they didn't bite. The host commented on how much his girlfriend loved chocolate cake, but he too passed on having a slice. For $38, Hero was going to try a piece. The cake was as rich as it looked. Too rich for Hero's refined tastes.
At evening's end, the Host asked the players to take a piece of cake home with them, but they all declined, which left it up to Hero. Safe to say Hero had no interest in taking home five pounds of rich chocolate cake. Hero told the Host to give it to his girlfriend. "She would never eat all of that!" he said. "Help her." Hero said. "That is too much cake for the two of us!" he proclaimed. Hero: "Tell her to take it to work!" as he ducked out the door.
That was last week.
Well, Tuesday night, the Host raved to Hero and everyone at the table how that chocolate cake was the best tasting chocolate cake he and his girlfriend ever had. He had to tell all of us three times how great the cake tasted. Apparently, he wanted to remove all doubt from the player's minds that they had missed out on the best chocolate cake of their lives.
Hero exits the convenience store and re-enters the car to drive Larry home. All is quiet. Hero pulls into Larry's driveway. Larry opens the car door. As he is getting out, he turns his head to Hero and says "You know, if you are going to come to the game and take $2000, the least you can do is bring us a chocolate cake!"
Dave, the host, has two teenage boys, one of whom is interested in poker. He sometimes crashes the game and observes us while we are playing. Dave and his family move to a home on the lake during the summer and the owners of that property move to Dave's, which is why the earlier pictures show a concrete floor instead of a wood floor. The hosting duties are handed over to another member.
Hero has experienced a fair amount of success since joining the group, which has irritated some of the players, including the host, who tries to conceal it by putting on a good face. Dave told Hero at the table that his son inquires about Hero the day after every game.
Dave didn't play Tuesday, so he wasn't there to witness Hero having another big night.
The player to Hero's left, desiring to instigate, snapped a picture of Hero's stack and sent it to Dave with the caption: For Colton "Mojo's at it again." or something to that effect. This started a conversation about how much Hero had won over the last 15 weeks. A subject Hero was happy to leave to speculation.
Unfortunately, one of the players demanded Hero share with the table the amount of his winnings. One player tapped $18,155 into his phone and showed it to Hero. It became obvious to Hero no one was going to drop the subject, and the longer he took to answer, the more animated the others had become.
Hero decided it was safest to take the middle road. He told the lead interrogator that he had probably won nine or ten thousand, which drew laughs and scoffs from around the table. Hero reminded the others of his two back to back losses. Not to be made fools of, they put the number at 14 or 15 thousand. Hero brushed their guesses off, stating he kept track of his losses, not his individual wins. As you can imagine, no one at the table believed Hero's claim.
Hero continued to profit during the evening, eventually building his stack up to $1750. Three of the seven players decided to call it quits at twenty minutes to midnight. The remaining three players wanted more action from Hero. The same three that were the loudest in demanding Hero give them a figure of what he had won from their games.
Roughly a half hour later, Larry challenged Hero to a heads up match, to begin on the spot. Hero didn't take the bait. Larry persisted, nonetheless. Hero continued to ignore Larry's challenge.
Play continued for another 45 minutes whereupon Hero called it a night. Playing four handed, Hero added $250 to his stack, cashing out with $2010.
Larry, who lives a few minutes away from where the game is played, caught a ride from one of the players who left earlier. He asked Mike for a ride, but quickly changed his mind after realizing that Hero had to go home in that direction.
Outside the car Hero tells Larry to wait while he cleared out the passenger seat of a dozen assorted CD's, comprised of musical groups and singers from the 70's. Larry popped open the passenger door and saw the titles of the CD's. He complimented Hero on his taste in music and asked him what bands he liked best. "Stones, Led Zeppelin". Larry lit up at Hero's response, giving Hero his approval.
Once inside the car Larry said, "We harass you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, we would be hammering the shit out of you and we wouldn't feel bad about it, so you keep on taking our money." Hero wanted a Starbucks Mocha Coffee for the ride home. He asked Larry if he minded that we stop in at the gas station to pick up a beverage. "Go ahead, you are driving!" he said.
To Hero's dismay, they were out. It is unbelievable how unlucky our Hero is.
By now, you are probably wondering what the hell does the above have to do with chocolate cake?
To answer that question, we have to circle back to Dave. For people who haven't read this thread, Dave is an excellent Chef. Truly. At his house, every player hands Dave $10 when they arrive and in return he prepares and cooks a fantastic meal. So good in fact, that Hero gives him $20 and he feels like he is gipping him $80. The substitute host on the other hand takes our $10 and orders cheap tasting Chinese take out or mediocre pizza from the only pie joint in town.
A few weeks ago, Hero stopped in at the local sandwich shop and bakery for lunch as they were bringing out a chocolate cake. Hero took note of how delicious the chocolate cake looked and considered buying it for the players, but decided to pass because lets face it, who wants chocolate cake after eating cheap ass Chinese food or pizza?
To Hero's delight that night, Dave had asked the substitute host if he could use his kitchen to cook a meal because he wanted a break from take out. He cooked and seasoned ground turkey in a cast iron pan and prepared a big plate of organic yellow corn tacos, Sister's Salsa, tossed greens and finely grated yellow and white cheese.
What a refreshing surprise! Hero, happy to have one of Dave's meals again, told the players about the chocolate cake he had seen at the bakery that day and how he thought about buying it and bringing it to the game, but he didn't believe a dessert that sweet and rich would go well with Chinese take-out or pizza.
Please pardon Hero for temporarily forgetting where he was sitting when he reminisced out loud about the chocolate cake he had seen that afternoon. Hero knows full well what every poker player knows, that a poker table is the last place for expressing one's good intentions out loud.
This group wasn't going to let what Hero said slide. They were going to see that he paid the price for his gaff. Pointless in trying to escape or back-pedal. Hero had hooked himself into bringing a chocolate cake to next week's game. Having been caught, Hero decided he would do it up right. He asked the baker if he could add chocolate shavings to the top of the cake, which he did. Hero shows up with the cake the following week, and as expected, not one player had a piece.
Oh, they opened the lid and peeked inside, but they didn't bite. The host commented on how much his girlfriend loved chocolate cake, but he too passed on having a slice. For $38, Hero was going to try a piece. The cake was as rich as it looked. Too rich for Hero's refined tastes.
At evening's end, the Host asked the players to take a piece of cake home with them, but they all declined, which left it up to Hero. Safe to say Hero had no interest in taking home five pounds of rich chocolate cake. Hero told the Host to give it to his girlfriend. "She would never eat all of that!" he said. "Help her." Hero said. "That is too much cake for the two of us!" he proclaimed. Hero: "Tell her to take it to work!" as he ducked out the door.
That was last week.
Well, Tuesday night, the Host raved to Hero and everyone at the table how that chocolate cake was the best tasting chocolate cake he and his girlfriend ever had. He had to tell all of us three times how great the cake tasted. Apparently, he wanted to remove all doubt from the player's minds that they had missed out on the best chocolate cake of their lives.
Hero exits the convenience store and re-enters the car to drive Larry home. All is quiet. Hero pulls into Larry's driveway. Larry opens the car door. As he is getting out, he turns his head to Hero and says "You know, if you are going to come to the game and take $2000, the least you can do is bring us a chocolate cake!"
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If you brought that chocolate cake to my poker game it wouldn’t stand a chanceChocolate cake
Dave, the host, has two teenage boys, one of whom is interested in poker. He sometimes crashes the game and observes us while we are playing. Dave and his family move to a home on the lake during the summer and the owners of that property move to Dave's, which is why the earlier pictures show a concrete floor instead of a wood floor. The hosting duties are handed over to another member.
Hero has experienced a fair amount of success since joining the group, which has irritated some of the players, including the host, who tries to conceal it by putting on a good face. Dave told Hero at the table that his son inquires about Hero the day after every game.
Dave didn't play Tuesday, so he wasn't there to witness Hero having another big night.
The player to Hero's left, desiring to instigate, snapped a picture of Hero's stack and sent it to Dave with the caption: For Colton "Mojo's at it again." or something to that effect. This started a conversation about how much Hero had won over the last 15 weeks. A subject Hero was happy to leave to speculation.
Unfortunately, one of the players demanded Hero share with the table the amount of his winnings. One player tapped $18,155 into his phone and showed it to Hero. It became obvious to Hero no one was going to drop the subject, and the longer he took to answer, the more animated the others had become.
Hero decided it was safest to take the middle road. He told the lead interrogator that he had probably won nine or ten thousand, which drew laughs and scoffs from around the table. Hero reminded the others of his two back to back losses. Not to be made fools of, they put the number at 14 or 15 thousand. Hero brushed their guesses off, stating he kept track of his losses, not his individual wins. As you can imagine, no one at the table believed Hero's claim.
Hero continued to profit during the evening, eventually building his stack up to $1750. Three of the seven players decided to call it quits at twenty minutes to midnight. The remaining three players wanted more action from Hero. The same three that were the loudest in demanding Hero give them a figure of what he had won from their games.
Roughly a half hour later, Larry challenged Hero to a heads up match, to begin on the spot. Hero didn't take the bait. Larry persisted, nonetheless. Hero continued to ignore Larry's challenge.
Play continued for another 45 minutes whereupon Hero called it a night. Playing four handed, Hero added $250 to his stack, cashing out with $2010.
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Larry, who lives a few minutes away from where the game is played, caught a ride from one of the players who left earlier. He asked Mike for a ride, but quickly changed his mind after realizing that Hero had to go home in that direction.
Outside the car Hero tells Larry to wait while he cleared out the passenger seat of a dozen assorted CD's, comprised of musical groups and singers from the 70's. Larry popped open the passenger door and saw the titles of the CD's. He complimented Hero on his taste in music and asked him what bands he liked best. "Stones, Led Zeppelin". Larry lit up at Hero's response, giving Hero his approval.
Once inside the car Larry said, "We harass you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, we would be hammering the shit out of you and we wouldn't feel bad about it, so you keep on taking our money." Hero wanted a Starbucks Mocha Coffee for the ride home. He asked Larry if he minded that we stop in at the gas station to pick up a beverage. "Go ahead, you are driving!" he said.
To Hero's dismay, they were out. It is unbelievable how unlucky our Hero is.
By now, you are probably wondering what the hell does the above have to do with chocolate cake?
To answer that question, we have to circle back to Dave. For people who haven't read this thread, Dave is an excellent Chef. Truly. At his house, every player hands Dave $10 when they arrive and in return he prepares and cooks a fantastic meal. So good in fact, that Hero gives him $20 and he feels like he is gipping him $80. The substitute host on the other hand takes our $10 and orders cheap tasting Chinese take out or mediocre pizza from the only pie joint in town.
A few weeks ago, Hero stopped in at the local sandwich shop and bakery for lunch as they were bringing out a chocolate cake. Hero took note of how delicious the chocolate cake looked and considered buying it for the players, but decided to pass because lets face it, who wants chocolate cake after eating cheap ass Chinese food or pizza?
To Hero's delight that night, Dave had asked the substitute host if he could use his kitchen to cook a meal because he wanted a break from take out. He cooked and seasoned ground turkey in a cast iron pan and prepared a big plate of organic yellow corn tacos, Sister's Salsa, tossed greens and finely grated yellow and white cheese.
What a refreshing surprise! Hero, happy to have one of Dave's meals again, told the players about the chocolate cake he had seen at the bakery that day and how he thought about buying it and bringing it to the game, but he didn't believe a dessert that sweet and rich would go well with Chinese take-out or pizza.
Please pardon Hero. He temporarily forgot where he was sitting when he reminisced out loud about the chocolate cake he had seen that afternoon. Hero knows full well that every poker player knows a poker table is the last place for expressing one's good intentions out loud.
This group wasn't going to let what Hero said slide. They were going to see that he paid the price. Pointless in trying to escape or back-pedal. Hero had hooked himself into bringing a chocolate cake to next week's game. Having been caught, Hero decided he would do it up right. He asked the baker if he could add chocolate shavings to the top of the cake, which he did. Hero shows up with the cake, and as expected, no one took a piece.
Oh, they opened the lid and peeked inside, but they didn't bite. The host commented on how much his girlfriend loved chocolate cake, but he too passed on having a slice. For $38, Hero was going to have a piece. The cake was as rich as it looked. Too rich for Hero to enjoy.
At evening's end, the Host asked the players to take a piece of cake home with them, but they all declined, which left it up to Hero. Safe to say Hero had no interest in taking home five pounds of chocolate cake. Hero told the Host to give it to his girlfriend. "She would never eat all of that!" he said. "Help her." Hero said. "That is too much cake for the two of us!" he exclaimed. Hero: "Tell her to take it to work!" as he ducked out the door.
That was last week.
Well, Tuesday night, the Host raved to Hero and everyone at the table how that chocolate cake was the best tasting chocolate cake he and his girlfriend ever had. He had to tell all of us three times how great the cake tasted. Apparently, he wanted to remove all doubt from people's minds that they had missed out on the best chocolate cake of their lives.
Hero exits the convenience store and re-enters the car to drive Larry home. All is quiet. Hero pulls into Larry's driveway. Larry opens the car door. As he is getting out, he turns his head to Hero and says "You know, if you are going to come to the game and take $2000, the least you can do is bring us a chocolate cake!"
If you are on that good of a roll right now and the guys are getting frustrated, think of something they would all like to enjoy and bring it. My guys would love that chocolate cake, but if I pulled out one of my tucked away bottles of aged whiskey they wouldn’t even touch it, lol. I guess everyone’s group has different taste. By all means don’t feel obligated….. but a nice gesture might go a long way for the poker game… I would have jokingly brought you the head of a rake to the next poker game with how much you keep raking from everyone
CrazyEddie
Full House
You know they're gonna call you "Mister Chocolate" from here on, right?
Following, this thread is great!
This is a great story, thanks for sharing!Chocolate cake
Dave, the host, has two teenage boys, one of whom is interested in poker. He sometimes crashes the game and observes us while we are playing. Dave and his family move to a home on the lake during the summer and the owners of that property move to Dave's, which is why the earlier pictures show a concrete floor instead of a wood floor. The hosting duties are handed over to another member.
Hero has experienced a fair amount of success since joining the group, which has irritated some of the players, including the host, who tries to conceal it by putting on a good face. Dave told Hero at the table that his son inquires about Hero the day after every game.
Dave didn't play Tuesday, so he wasn't there to witness Hero having another big night.
The player to Hero's left, desiring to instigate, snapped a picture of Hero's stack and sent it to Dave with the caption: For Colton "Mojo's at it again." or something to that effect. This started a conversation about how much Hero had won over the last 15 weeks. A subject Hero was happy to leave to speculation.
Unfortunately, one of the players demanded Hero share with the table the amount of his winnings. One player tapped $18,155 into his phone and showed it to Hero. It became obvious to Hero no one was going to drop the subject, and the longer he took to answer, the more animated the others had become.
Hero decided it was safest to take the middle road. He told the lead interrogator that he had probably won nine or ten thousand, which drew laughs and scoffs from around the table. Hero reminded the others of his two back to back losses. Not to be made fools of, they put the number at 14 or 15 thousand. Hero brushed their guesses off, stating he kept track of his losses, not his individual wins. As you can imagine, no one at the table believed Hero's claim.
Hero continued to profit during the evening, eventually building his stack up to $1750. Three of the seven players decided to call it quits at twenty minutes to midnight. The remaining three players wanted more action from Hero. The same three that were the loudest in demanding Hero give them a figure of what he had won from their games.
Roughly a half hour later, Larry challenged Hero to a heads up match, to begin on the spot. Hero didn't take the bait. Larry persisted, nonetheless. Hero continued to ignore Larry's challenge.
Play continued for another 45 minutes whereupon Hero called it a night. Playing four handed, Hero added $250 to his stack, cashing out with $2010.
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Larry, who lives a few minutes away from where the game is played, caught a ride from one of the players who left earlier. He asked Mike for a ride, but quickly changed his mind after realizing that Hero had to go home in that direction.
Outside the car Hero tells Larry to wait while he cleared out the passenger seat of a dozen assorted CD's, comprised of musical groups and singers from the 70's. Larry popped open the passenger door and saw the titles of the CD's. He complimented Hero on his taste in music and asked him what bands he liked best. "Stones, Led Zeppelin". Larry lit up at Hero's response, giving Hero his approval.
Once inside the car Larry said, "We harass you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, we would be hammering the shit out of you and we wouldn't feel bad about it, so you keep on taking our money." Hero wanted a Starbucks Mocha Coffee for the ride home. He asked Larry if he minded that we stop in at the gas station to pick up a beverage. "Go ahead, you are driving!" he said.
To Hero's dismay, they were out. It is unbelievable how unlucky our Hero is.
By now, you are probably wondering what the hell does the above have to do with chocolate cake?
To answer that question, we have to circle back to Dave. For people who haven't read this thread, Dave is an excellent Chef. Truly. At his house, every player hands Dave $10 when they arrive and in return he prepares and cooks a fantastic meal. So good in fact, that Hero gives him $20 and he feels like he is gipping him $80. The substitute host on the other hand takes our $10 and orders cheap tasting Chinese take out or mediocre pizza from the only pie joint in town.
A few weeks ago, Hero stopped in at the local sandwich shop and bakery for lunch as they were bringing out a chocolate cake. Hero took note of how delicious the chocolate cake looked and considered buying it for the players, but decided to pass because lets face it, who wants chocolate cake after eating cheap ass Chinese food or pizza?
To Hero's delight that night, Dave had asked the substitute host if he could use his kitchen to cook a meal because he wanted a break from take out. He cooked and seasoned ground turkey in a cast iron pan and prepared a big plate of organic yellow corn tacos, Sister's Salsa, tossed greens and finely grated yellow and white cheese.
What a refreshing surprise! Hero, happy to have one of Dave's meals again, told the players about the chocolate cake he had seen at the bakery that day and how he thought about buying it and bringing it to the game, but he didn't believe a dessert that sweet and rich would go well with Chinese take-out or pizza.
Please pardon Hero for temporarily forgetting where he was sitting when he reminisced out loud about the chocolate cake he had seen that afternoon. Hero knows full well what every poker player knows, that a poker table is the last place for expressing one's good intentions out loud.
This group wasn't going to let what Hero said slide. They were going to see that he paid the price for his gaff. Pointless in trying to escape or back-pedal. Hero had hooked himself into bringing a chocolate cake to next week's game. Having been caught, Hero decided he would do it up right. He asked the baker if he could add chocolate shavings to the top of the cake, which he did. Hero shows up with the cake the following week, and as expected, not one player had a piece.
Oh, they opened the lid and peeked inside, but they didn't bite. The host commented on how much his girlfriend loved chocolate cake, but he too passed on having a slice. For $38, Hero was going to try a piece. The cake was as rich as it looked. Too rich for Hero's refined tastes.
At evening's end, the Host asked the players to take a piece of cake home with them, but they all declined, which left it up to Hero. Safe to say Hero had no interest in taking home five pounds of rich chocolate cake. Hero told the Host to give it to his girlfriend. "She would never eat all of that!" he said. "Help her." Hero said. "That is too much cake for the two of us!" he proclaimed. Hero: "Tell her to take it to work!" as he ducked out the door.
That was last week.
Well, Tuesday night, the Host raved to Hero and everyone at the table how that chocolate cake was the best tasting chocolate cake he and his girlfriend ever had. He had to tell all of us three times how great the cake tasted. Apparently, he wanted to remove all doubt from the player's minds that they had missed out on the best chocolate cake of their lives.
Hero exits the convenience store and re-enters the car to drive Larry home. All is quiet. Hero pulls into Larry's driveway. Larry opens the car door. As he is getting out, he turns his head to Hero and says "You know, if you are going to come to the game and take $2000, the least you can do is bring us a chocolate cake!"
At a work convention I went to in 2017, Chip and Dan Heath were guest speakers for the main presentation. They highlighted that over the course of events, the most memorable good or bad moments are the ones that stick long term and that it was about making "moments" with your clients or colleagues to make an impression. You've made some great moments. I hope you continue to play at this game with moderate success (so you can keep playing).
You’re smart to “give back”. Clearly your group is competitive and wants to play, and they hate losing even if they can afford it. Letting them “stick it to you” in small ways is probably +EV. Lord knows it’s not happening on the felt. They have to get something out of it or the game will dry up. The meta game of poker is staying in the game.
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Mojo1312
4 of a Kind
ekricket
Royal Flush
Sorry, I do t even know what this thread is about. I saw some references to cake and made an abstract comparison to a vintage video game that a few people got. Carry on with whatever it is you were talking about, though, I’m sure it’s funny or something
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Mojo1312
4 of a Kind
Over time, a dominant player will find himself unwelcome. Granted, it is smart to give back once in a while, but Hero no longer cares like he use to whether players are fine with him being at the table. His philosophy is everyone knows what they are signing up for when they sit down and put their chips on the table.
Larry is an interesting character.
Larry, Steve and Dave have played NLHE together for 35 years. Besides playing at Dave's, Larry played $2/$5 NLHE at the casino against a variety of random players pre-Covid and he currently plays in a weekly underground $2/$5 game.
Larry challenged Hero to play against him heads-up in front of the two other players who had Hero stay so they could have an opportunity to put a dent in his stack. A heads-up battle is the quickest way for Larry and the other players to get information on Hero. There is no way Hero can win in that scenario. The question is was that part of Larry’s calculation when he issued the challenge?
Out in the car, Larry said "We harass you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, we would be hammering the shit out of you and we wouldn't feel bad about it, so you keep on taking our money."
Hero showed up last at this week’s game to find that another player had taken his seat. Hero was left sitting in cramped quarters with his back to a standing speaker. The folding legs under the table prevented him from stretching his legs. Not being able to move became very uncomfortable after a couple of hours.
Hero lost a $700 pot with a made hand to a player who thought he was bluffing and another player who had the second nut flush draw. Hero got all of his money in on the turn. The non-believer went over the top to isolate and was called by the player with the draw. Equities were 73.8%, 9.5% and 16.7%.
The player with the flush draw took down the pot. Villain with the draw is a decent player who wins more than he loses. He is not the kind of Villain to call when the pot odds are not there to make it profitable. Both players took risks that are uncharacteristic of how they usually play.
Down $1090, Hero took the first open seat available half-way through the night. The player with the flush draw is the one who grilled Hero last week about how much he had won off of the game and one of the three players who asked him to stay and continue playing. He also offered Hero bourbon early in the game last week, but Hero declined.
Hero feeling good now that he could stretch his legs and sit comfortably, decided to take Villain up on his generosity from the week before. Villain wasted no time in jumping up from the table and getting Hero a nice full glass of bourbon. Villain used four ice cubes as the mixer, and judging by the taste, a splash of jet fuel.
He constantly encouraged Hero to finish his drink, which Hero did. Hero knew the game that was being played. He refocused his mind and staged his comeback, cashing out with a thousand.
Meta games are definitely being played by the Villains who have targeted Hero. Those meta games, however, may cost them in future games.
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Mojo1312
4 of a Kind
Hero learned how deep the invite list is for the weekly $1/$2 NLHE game when four new players showed up to fill the seats of four regulars who couldn't make it this week. Their presence really changed the dynamics. They added a lot of fun like you would expect to find at a relaxed home game among friends. They were sharing memories, talking, joking, ribbing one another, etc.
Hero donked off $460 early and rebought in for the table max of $300. He spun it up to $2100 briefly, than lost a big pot after c-betting and calling a $205 all-in on the turn when the river paired the board, counterfeiting Hero's two pairs.
He lost another sizeable pot a short while later and had a $75 river bluff picked off in another hand. Hero continued his downward slide into the wee hours of the morning.
At 3:15AM, the host announced last hand where everyone throws in $5 followed by a round of betting. Larry, riding a two hour hot streak, was juicing the pot pre-flop whenever he entered a hand. Hero looked down at A/K off-suit and checked to Larry, who bet $10. The host and the other two players behind called. $65 in the pot. Hero, happy to win the $65, bets $130.
Action folds to the host, who is visibly upset by Hero's $120 raise. The host brings to Hero's attention that a $120 pre-flop raise on the last hand of the evening is a dick move. He asks Hero why he would do that? The host, after replaying the hand in his mind, becomes even more agitated. He angrily says to Hero: "You checked raised" asking Hero again, "Why would you check and then bet $130?"
Pissed off and confused, he makes the call. The other two remaining players fold. We are heads up. The flop comes ace high. Hero checks his hand. The host bets $100. Hero flats. $515 in the pot. Turn card opens up a heart flush draw and a wheel straight draw. Hero checks the turn. The host bets $200. Hero pauses for a few short seconds, and then moves all in, $800+ on top. The host had approximately $600 behind.
He stewed for a minute and then made the call holding a weak Ace. The host was drawing to an inside straight draw or two pair. He missed his 7 outs on the river. Hero took down the $2330 pot.
As he is raking in the chips, he is hit in the chest by what feels like a small, firm toss pillow. He looks down in his lap and sees the money bag. The host tells Hero he can cash out the other players. Then he proceeds to direct snide remarks towards Hero while making self deprecating remarks on how he should not have fallen into Hero's trap. He tells Hero how fortunate for them that he comes and plays every week.
Besides putting Hero in an uncomfortable spot, he also made him feel unwelcome. Hero can't judge whether his pre-flop re-raise really was a dick move. Seems subjective. On the other hand, the host did lose $1000+ dollars on the last hand of the night.
Poker.
Hero donked off $460 early and rebought in for the table max of $300. He spun it up to $2100 briefly, than lost a big pot after c-betting and calling a $205 all-in on the turn when the river paired the board, counterfeiting Hero's two pairs.
He lost another sizeable pot a short while later and had a $75 river bluff picked off in another hand. Hero continued his downward slide into the wee hours of the morning.
At 3:15AM, the host announced last hand where everyone throws in $5 followed by a round of betting. Larry, riding a two hour hot streak, was juicing the pot pre-flop whenever he entered a hand. Hero looked down at A/K off-suit and checked to Larry, who bet $10. The host and the other two players behind called. $65 in the pot. Hero, happy to win the $65, bets $130.
Action folds to the host, who is visibly upset by Hero's $120 raise. The host brings to Hero's attention that a $120 pre-flop raise on the last hand of the evening is a dick move. He asks Hero why he would do that? The host, after replaying the hand in his mind, becomes even more agitated. He angrily says to Hero: "You checked raised" asking Hero again, "Why would you check and then bet $130?"
Pissed off and confused, he makes the call. The other two remaining players fold. We are heads up. The flop comes ace high. Hero checks his hand. The host bets $100. Hero flats. $515 in the pot. Turn card opens up a heart flush draw and a wheel straight draw. Hero checks the turn. The host bets $200. Hero pauses for a few short seconds, and then moves all in, $800+ on top. The host had approximately $600 behind.
He stewed for a minute and then made the call holding a weak Ace. The host was drawing to an inside straight draw or two pair. He missed his 7 outs on the river. Hero took down the $2330 pot.
As he is raking in the chips, he is hit in the chest by what feels like a small, firm toss pillow. He looks down in his lap and sees the money bag. The host tells Hero he can cash out the other players. Then he proceeds to direct snide remarks towards Hero while making self deprecating remarks on how he should not have fallen into Hero's trap. He tells Hero how fortunate for them that he comes and plays every week.
Besides putting Hero in an uncomfortable spot, he also made him feel unwelcome. Hero can't judge whether his pre-flop re-raise really was a dick move. Seems subjective. On the other hand, the host did lose $1000+ dollars on the last hand of the night.
Poker.
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Dodger
Flush
What does it matter if it's the last hand or the first hand of the night? Host had all night to make plays.
Thanks for sharing your stories. Fun to follow along.
CrazyEddie
Full House
Does host, or anyone else for that matter, get upset at check-raises elsewise?
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I been following this thread for awhile, can’t help but notice that the group have been more than one occasion shown a bit of annoyance as OP is a constant winning player
Plus this week 4 regular could not make it for the game, I wonder if is they skip it because no one like to be a long term losing player so they either skip the game to take a rest or they join another game together instead after weeks of hinting the host about OP who been winning but keep getting invited back
Maybe the host want to be fair and didn’t only want to only invite back losing player and back OP behind the scenes and thus felt “betrayed” at the last hand check raise and thus the remark of saying OP are lucky to be back week after weeks
It could be just fustration built up over time, just my theory and 2 cents as I don’t think check raising at last hand is a rude thing to do to most people
Plus this week 4 regular could not make it for the game, I wonder if is they skip it because no one like to be a long term losing player so they either skip the game to take a rest or they join another game together instead after weeks of hinting the host about OP who been winning but keep getting invited back
Maybe the host want to be fair and didn’t only want to only invite back losing player and back OP behind the scenes and thus felt “betrayed” at the last hand check raise and thus the remark of saying OP are lucky to be back week after weeks
It could be just fustration built up over time, just my theory and 2 cents as I don’t think check raising at last hand is a rude thing to do to most people
Dugthefish
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Nice of you to let someone else win lol
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Your Choco Cake must have some other ingredients added to it
for them to be still keeping you in the gameCongratz on your very good 2021 winnings
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Mojo1312
4 of a Kind
A few weeks ago one of the players at Tuesday's $1/$2 NLHE game announced that he would not need a seat to next week's game because he was going to Salem to play at Chase's Casino. Larry, Jared and one other player expressed interest. Before the night was out, the three of them had banded together with T.J., so the host cancelled our game for the following week.
Curious, I asked how they did when I saw them again. Jared told me T.J., who was suppose to book the rooms and set up the itinerary, had changed his mind without notifying the others. They had waited to the last minute before seeking confirmation from him. By then, it was too late.
Jared and Larry made plans of there own to go Wednesday morning after next Tuesday's game. Jared extended an invitation to me and I accepted. For whatever reason I couldn't fall asleep after coming home from the game ahead of the trip. Still awake at 3:05, I made the decision to not go. I texted Jared the news at 5:30, asking him if Larry was on the hook for the rooms. He texted back that he believed so. I asked him for Larry's number and got no response.
I took that as a snub for bailing on them. F*ck it I thought, if you can't roll with the degens, then you might as well hang up your poker shoes. With that, I kicked off the covers and started packing my shit, brushed my teeth, put on my shoes and headed out the door, shooting Jared a text that I was on my way and to let Larry know I was running 15 to 20 minutes late.
Found out on my arrival that Jared had missed my text while in the shower. They ribbed me for being late and had a chuckle at my expense. We arrived in the afternoon and played for 8 hours. Hero PLO, Larry and Dave $2/$5 NLHE. Hero cashed out down $240. Larry and Jared lost $1000 apiece. Players at the casino showed no concern at losing three, four or five thousand dollars, which was unlike any experiences Hero has had playing at Foxwoods or other smaller casinos.
We shared with each other our impressions of the casino and players on the ride back to the hotel room. The next day, Hero went straight to the PLO table again and Jared and Larry signed up for the $2/$5 NLHE game. Hero lost his first buy-in and had to re-buy in for another $800. Spun it up to $3200 before giving up his seat to grab lunch. Played $2/5 NLHE for the rest of the afternoon, winning $650, and got a seat at a mixed $2/$2 PLO/$2/$5 NLHE table that evening.
Hero didn't catch many playable hands, but still managed to win $595. Larry bounced back to even, winning $1000, Jared went another $1000 into the hole. In the morning the decision was made to stay another night after Larry's wife called to notify him that she had Covid and would not be able to meet-up with him on Friday to go shopping as planned.
Hero is unable to sleep in past the crack of dawn without an eye cover, which in his haste, he forgot to pack. Thoroughly exhausted from waking up at 5:30 and staying up past 1AM for three successive nights, Hero hit the PLO table one last time, buying in for $800.
Playing six handed, Hero caught suited Aces, with eight nine for kickers. Hero potted and got two callers. Flop came J,7,3 rainbow. Hero potted again and the first player to act repotted for $300 on top, causing the other remaining player to fold. Hero had identified two players as being rather weak and not having a good understanding of the game. The Villain Hero was playing against was one of those two players, which kind of changed the calculus.
The question before Hero was did his opponent catch two pair or did he have set? Running the two scenarios in his head for 40 to 45 seconds, he figured the chances for either were about equal. The next question was rather to fold or call. He deliberated what to do for another 40 to 45 seconds. Sensing the other players growing impatience, he decided to call. $900 in the pot. Villain had $300 behind and Hero had him covered.
The dealer burned a card and turned over a three. In the words of Mike Tyson, "Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth." Villain dropped his shoulders and hunched in his chair. His facial expression betrayed his hand. Villain checked and Hero checked back instead of betting. A brick came on the river. Villain checked. Hero checked behind. Villain showed J,7. Hero tabled his Aces and connectors to take down the pot.
Hero realizing he had lost value by not betting the turn or river. Feeling foggy, Hero knew it was time to call it a day. Having played for two hours, Hero called it quits and cashed out with a $700 profit, leaving the casino to grab lunch next door.
Hero cashing out with $3200:
Hero playing $2/$5 NLHE:
Lunch next door:
Larry ran good, especially after the 9 to 5 work week crew started filling up the tables. He finished up $2500 for the day. On a sad note, Jared finished the trip down $4500.
The dealer's and staff are great. Looking forward to the next trip.
Curious, I asked how they did when I saw them again. Jared told me T.J., who was suppose to book the rooms and set up the itinerary, had changed his mind without notifying the others. They had waited to the last minute before seeking confirmation from him. By then, it was too late.
Jared and Larry made plans of there own to go Wednesday morning after next Tuesday's game. Jared extended an invitation to me and I accepted. For whatever reason I couldn't fall asleep after coming home from the game ahead of the trip. Still awake at 3:05, I made the decision to not go. I texted Jared the news at 5:30, asking him if Larry was on the hook for the rooms. He texted back that he believed so. I asked him for Larry's number and got no response.
I took that as a snub for bailing on them. F*ck it I thought, if you can't roll with the degens, then you might as well hang up your poker shoes. With that, I kicked off the covers and started packing my shit, brushed my teeth, put on my shoes and headed out the door, shooting Jared a text that I was on my way and to let Larry know I was running 15 to 20 minutes late.
Found out on my arrival that Jared had missed my text while in the shower. They ribbed me for being late and had a chuckle at my expense. We arrived in the afternoon and played for 8 hours. Hero PLO, Larry and Dave $2/$5 NLHE. Hero cashed out down $240. Larry and Jared lost $1000 apiece. Players at the casino showed no concern at losing three, four or five thousand dollars, which was unlike any experiences Hero has had playing at Foxwoods or other smaller casinos.
We shared with each other our impressions of the casino and players on the ride back to the hotel room. The next day, Hero went straight to the PLO table again and Jared and Larry signed up for the $2/$5 NLHE game. Hero lost his first buy-in and had to re-buy in for another $800. Spun it up to $3200 before giving up his seat to grab lunch. Played $2/5 NLHE for the rest of the afternoon, winning $650, and got a seat at a mixed $2/$2 PLO/$2/$5 NLHE table that evening.
Hero didn't catch many playable hands, but still managed to win $595. Larry bounced back to even, winning $1000, Jared went another $1000 into the hole. In the morning the decision was made to stay another night after Larry's wife called to notify him that she had Covid and would not be able to meet-up with him on Friday to go shopping as planned.
Hero is unable to sleep in past the crack of dawn without an eye cover, which in his haste, he forgot to pack. Thoroughly exhausted from waking up at 5:30 and staying up past 1AM for three successive nights, Hero hit the PLO table one last time, buying in for $800.
Playing six handed, Hero caught suited Aces, with eight nine for kickers. Hero potted and got two callers. Flop came J,7,3 rainbow. Hero potted again and the first player to act repotted for $300 on top, causing the other remaining player to fold. Hero had identified two players as being rather weak and not having a good understanding of the game. The Villain Hero was playing against was one of those two players, which kind of changed the calculus.
The question before Hero was did his opponent catch two pair or did he have set? Running the two scenarios in his head for 40 to 45 seconds, he figured the chances for either were about equal. The next question was rather to fold or call. He deliberated what to do for another 40 to 45 seconds. Sensing the other players growing impatience, he decided to call. $900 in the pot. Villain had $300 behind and Hero had him covered.
The dealer burned a card and turned over a three. In the words of Mike Tyson, "Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth." Villain dropped his shoulders and hunched in his chair. His facial expression betrayed his hand. Villain checked and Hero checked back instead of betting. A brick came on the river. Villain checked. Hero checked behind. Villain showed J,7. Hero tabled his Aces and connectors to take down the pot.
Hero realizing he had lost value by not betting the turn or river. Feeling foggy, Hero knew it was time to call it a day. Having played for two hours, Hero called it quits and cashed out with a $700 profit, leaving the casino to grab lunch next door.
Hero cashing out with $3200:
Hero playing $2/$5 NLHE:
Lunch next door:
Larry ran good, especially after the 9 to 5 work week crew started filling up the tables. He finished up $2500 for the day. On a sad note, Jared finished the trip down $4500.
The dealer's and staff are great. Looking forward to the next trip.
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I played a decent bit in NH while I was in Maine this summer.
I gotta say, chasers is probably the slightly more cash-heavy room, but you should definitely try the brook if you haven't, was a pretty solid room, and really nice dealers.
I gotta say, chasers is probably the slightly more cash-heavy room, but you should definitely try the brook if you haven't, was a pretty solid room, and really nice dealers.
CrazyEddie
Full House
Snake Pliskin? I thought you were dead.
nice hit
Beautiful! Love these stories, been in similar situations in Jersey, started to get mighty uncomfortable some nights. Never lost on purpose but took my foot off the gas a bit. Just garage games.
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Mojo1312
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Let the story be told.
A week ago Tuesday, Hero experienced mild pain across his lower abdomen, beginning around 10AM. At 3PM the pain took a sudden jump, like what you would expect if badly constipated. Hero didn't let the pain alarm him, figuring that it would go away.
At 5PM Hero heads out the door to play in the $1/$2 NLHE game an hours dive from his house. At 8:30PM, the level of pain jumped again. Hero is extremely uncomfortable and is bloated. He takes off his belt under the table and undoes his button and fly, continuing to play. At 10 minutes to midnight, the game ends and Hero cashes out, posting a $545 win. (See post #84)
Hero arrives home at 10 minutes to 1. At 1:30AM Hero's pain spikes again. Unable to sit or lie down without squirming, Hero calls the hospital at 3AM to set up an appointment, which only can be done by his primary care physician. Hero called a family member at 3:30AM, who drove him to the hospital.
Hero underwent blood work and a Cat Scan. The latter, he had to wait for an outside firm to do the analysis of and report back the results. By now, it is 10:30AM. Hero is lying on a gurney squirming/withering in pain. Hero finally caves in, asking for pain medication. He is offered Percocet. Hero tells the nurse he doesn't need to be numb to the pain, he just needs to curb the pain. Around this time, Hero is told that his appendix needs to come out.
He is taken into surgery at 5:30PM. Hero's appendix had slipped behind his cecum, one-half becoming gangrenous. Hero is released from the hospital the following night at 7PM. At home, Hero can't keep anything down except water. Any other liquid comes back out. Swallowing is difficult and painful. Hero spends two evenings sleeping in the recliner to prevent liquid, which creates an awful burning sensation, from coming up through his esophagus.
Hero sets an appointment with his Doctor, scheduled for last Tuesday. Hero learns he has an infection in his esophagus, likely caused by his body's reaction to the anesthesia. He is prescribed two medications, a liquid and a pill.
Faced with a dilemma of having lost 11 pounds, unable to eat food or even keep down a protein smoothie, should he attend the $1/$2 game that evening or stay home, take his medicine and mend?
In for $300, out with $1400. Hero's life is filled with bad decisions.
A week ago Tuesday, Hero experienced mild pain across his lower abdomen, beginning around 10AM. At 3PM the pain took a sudden jump, like what you would expect if badly constipated. Hero didn't let the pain alarm him, figuring that it would go away.
At 5PM Hero heads out the door to play in the $1/$2 NLHE game an hours dive from his house. At 8:30PM, the level of pain jumped again. Hero is extremely uncomfortable and is bloated. He takes off his belt under the table and undoes his button and fly, continuing to play. At 10 minutes to midnight, the game ends and Hero cashes out, posting a $545 win. (See post #84)
Hero arrives home at 10 minutes to 1. At 1:30AM Hero's pain spikes again. Unable to sit or lie down without squirming, Hero calls the hospital at 3AM to set up an appointment, which only can be done by his primary care physician. Hero called a family member at 3:30AM, who drove him to the hospital.
Hero underwent blood work and a Cat Scan. The latter, he had to wait for an outside firm to do the analysis of and report back the results. By now, it is 10:30AM. Hero is lying on a gurney squirming/withering in pain. Hero finally caves in, asking for pain medication. He is offered Percocet. Hero tells the nurse he doesn't need to be numb to the pain, he just needs to curb the pain. Around this time, Hero is told that his appendix needs to come out.
He is taken into surgery at 5:30PM. Hero's appendix had slipped behind his cecum, one-half becoming gangrenous. Hero is released from the hospital the following night at 7PM. At home, Hero can't keep anything down except water. Any other liquid comes back out. Swallowing is difficult and painful. Hero spends two evenings sleeping in the recliner to prevent liquid, which creates an awful burning sensation, from coming up through his esophagus.
Hero sets an appointment with his Doctor, scheduled for last Tuesday. Hero learns he has an infection in his esophagus, likely caused by his body's reaction to the anesthesia. He is prescribed two medications, a liquid and a pill.
Faced with a dilemma of having lost 11 pounds, unable to eat food or even keep down a protein smoothie, should he attend the $1/$2 game that evening or stay home, take his medicine and mend?
In for $300, out with $1400. Hero's life is filled with bad decisions.
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CrazyEddie
Full House
gonna die with a chip and a chair
Samuel
Straight
Take it easy Mojo and heal up quick!
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