Thursday, December 31, 2015

Bad beat story 325

I know that no poker player likes a bad beat story, but I feel compelled to share this. While it wasn't Dylan, when you hear how this guy played his hand, you'll understand why I think that he could have been taught by Dylan.

It is still early in a deepstack texas holdem poker tournament. We're nine handed, and everybody has approximately 120 big blinds. The play has been pretty tight. The standard raise of 3 BBs is enough to take down more than half the pots before the flop, and we have yet to see a 3 bet.

In early position I pick up aces and make a standard raise. It folds around to king donkey. He raises the minimum, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He calls instantly. The flop is Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I lead out with a half pot size bet. He snap calls, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades on board--my aces are both red. I go all in, with just slightly more chips than me, and after going into the tank for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually he exclaims, "I guess I have to call you." and calls. I bet you can't guess what he turns over? Two fours. I was literally stunned. I was half expecting the flush draw, but even if he had given me 10 guesses I never would have put him on fours. Well, this is a bad beat story, so you have already guessed what the river was... Of course, the river was a four, and my dream of winning the tourney was destroyed.

Bad beat story 225

Lend me your ear for a moment and I'll tell you about an extreme bad beat I experienced recently. It wasn't Dylan, however I'd swear--considering the way the hand was played--the guy was trained by Dylan.

It's the early rounds of a deepstack holdem poker tourney. We're ten handed, and everyone has about 110 big bets. The play has been extremely tight. The standard raise of 3 BBs is taking down most of the pots before the flop, and nobody has 3 bet.

Under the gun I pick up aces and raise to 3 big blinds. It folds around to my opponent. He raises it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He instantly calls. The flop is Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He instantly calls, again. The turn is a king of clubs, putting two clubs on board--I have the ace of diamonds and the ace of hearts. I go all in, with just slightly more chips than me, and after going into the tank for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually he exclaims, "I have to call you." and calls. You'll never guess what he turns over? Two fours. I almost fell out of my chair. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even if he had given me 10 guesses I could have never put him on fours. Of course, this is a bad beat story, so you probably already guessed what the river was... Of course, the river was a four, crushing my hopes of winning the tournament.

Bad beat story 125

I know that poker players don't like bad beat stories, but I have to share this. Even though it wasn't Dylan, when I tell you how this guy played his hand, you'll have to agree that Dylan might have taught him how to play.

It's still early in a deepstack holdem tournament. We're paying ten handed, and everybody is sitting at about 110 big blinds. The play has been extremely conservative. The standard raise of 3 big blinds is enough to take down more than half the pots before the flop, and there hasn't been a single 3 bet.

Under the gun I pick up aces and raise to 3 big bets. It folds around to king donkey. He pops it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He instantly calls. The flop comes Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He snap calls, again. The turn is a king of clubs, putting two clubs on board--I have the ace of diamonds and the ace of hearts. I go all in, with just slightly more chips than me, and after going into the tank for about 10 minutes. Eventually he exclaims, "I guess I have to call you." and calls. I bet you can't guess what he turns over? Two fours. I almost fell out of my chair. I was half expecting the flush draw, but even if I was given 10 guesses I would have never put him on fours. Of course, this is a bad beat story, so you know what happens... Of course, the river was a four, sending me to the rail.