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.
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