Oh the Humanity

Saturday night was an interesting night at the casa (that means house, for those of you that don't speak Spanish). We had our weekly poker home game. I guess you can call it weekly, if by weekly you mean once every month or so. I think it's because Big R is scared of me, but it could also be because we consistently play with guys that are between the ages of 19 and 21. Scary, I know. To sum up, a plethora (Jefe, do you know what it means to have a plethora?) of verbal insults, bad beats, and the usual ballyhoo (sp?) were had. Also, enough Miller Lite was downed to keep a battleship full of sailors sauced for hours. Needless to say, nobody did a lot the next day. My roommate even emptied his entrails on the way to work Sunday morning. Good times. Good times.

My roommate got way more than his fair share of bad beats. Allow me to show you an example.*

Poker Content:

He's on the button w/AA, the SB is a very loose player (calls almost every hand), and I'm in the BB w/KQs. Roommate raises, SB calls, as do I. Flop comes QA3, and it checks all around. Turn is a T. Blinds check and Roommate bets, and we both call. River kills me as a K hits the board. SB checks, I bet, roommate calls, SB raises (he also makes a lot of bluff raises too), so we both call. I obviously have the worst of it, as the SB flips over J5sooooooted to take down the pot. Needless to say, Roommate is not happy, as this is about the 3rd or 4th bad beat he's taken.

Example #2: I'm in the BB again, w/Th9h. It folds to roommate on the button. He raises w/KdTd, SB folds, and I smile and call. Flop comes 4hTc8h, and I'm diggin' it. I check, he bets, I raise him. He grunts and calls. Turn is a Ts and I bet and roommate calls. River kicks Roommate in the nads as it's a 9s. I bet and he calls, and I flip over the sweetness of the T9soooooted. I realize that this isn't a true bad beat, as I had plenty of outs to overtake him, but it was pretty damn funny to beat him.

Example #3. I'm in the BB again, with Roommate again on the button. He again makes a blind-steal type raise, and I have T9os. Since I had just cracked him about 30 minutes ago with T9s, I have to call it. Flop hits T37, rainbow board. I bet, he calls, turn is a blank, I bet, he calls. River kicks him in the nads, as it's a 9. I bet and he calls, and I show my T9. He mucks, but tells me that he had K9sooooted. He says disgustedly, "I had you so dominated before the flop." I smile and say, "Yes you did, but I had T9, so I had to win."

The beats kept coming, as the next hand will further explain. Roommate has QQ UTG, and Loosey-Goosey (same guy as described in SB in first example) calls w/98os. Flop comes 922. Roommate bets, Loosey calls. Turn brings an 8, and Roommate bets all-in, and Loosey calls. You can guess what the river brings, a 9, giving Loosey a ball-busting full house. Roommate is, how can I say this, MAAAAAAAAD!

There were 3-4 more rough beats that he took during the night, but I can't remember all of the details very clearly. I even supposedly went blind all-in, again him on the very last hand of the night, got 84os, he got JJ, and I nailed the straight on the river. I really don't remember that, as it's just a vague memory, but I'll take it. It was 2:30 A.M, and we had been playing cards for about 8-9 hours, so I can't remember dem all.

* I should add that we all get a twisted pleasure outta sucking out on Roommate.