Lend me your ear for a moment and I'll walk you through a painful bad beat I experienced just the other day. Even though it wasn't Dylan, I'd swear this guy was trained by Dylan.
It's still early in a deepstack holdem poker tourney. We're nine handed, and everyone is sitting at about 120 BBs. The play has been extremely conservative. A raise of 3 big blinds is enough to take down more than half the pots before the flop, and nobody has 3 bet.
Under the gun I pick up aces and make a standard raise. It folds around to my opponent. He min raises, 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 instantly calls, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades 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 says, "I have to call you." and calls. You'll never guess what he turns over? Two fours. I was stunned. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even if I had 10 guesses I wouldn't have put him on fours. Well, this is a bad beat story, so you probably already guessed what's coming next... Of course, the river was a four, sending me to the rail
Showing posts with label Dylan the Donkey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dylan the Donkey. Show all posts
Friday, August 19, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Bad beat story 725
I know that nobody likes a bad beat story, but I need to share this. Even though it wasn't Dylan, I'd swear--considering the play--he guy went to Dylan's poker school (i.e. Donkey U).
It's still early in a deepstack poker tourney. We're paying ten handed, and everyone is sitting at about 120 BBs. The play has been pretty tight. The standard raise of 3 BBs is taking down most of the pots before the flop, and we have yet to see a 3 bet.
Under the gun I pick up aces and raise to 3 big blinds. It folds around to the donkey. He raises it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He snap calls. The flop comes Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He calls instantly, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades 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 says, "I don't see how I can fold." and calls. I bet you can't guess what he turns over? Two fours. I was stunned. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even if he had given me 10 guesses I couldn't have put him on fours. Well, this is a bad beat story, so you know what the river was... Of course, the river was a four, crushing my hopes of winning the tourney.
It's still early in a deepstack poker tourney. We're paying ten handed, and everyone is sitting at about 120 BBs. The play has been pretty tight. The standard raise of 3 BBs is taking down most of the pots before the flop, and we have yet to see a 3 bet.
Under the gun I pick up aces and raise to 3 big blinds. It folds around to the donkey. He raises it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He snap calls. The flop comes Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He calls instantly, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades 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 says, "I don't see how I can fold." and calls. I bet you can't guess what he turns over? Two fours. I was stunned. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even if he had given me 10 guesses I couldn't have put him on fours. Well, this is a bad beat story, so you know what the river was... Of course, the river was a four, crushing my hopes of winning the tourney.
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Bad beat story 425
If you have a minute, I'll tell you about an extreme bad beat I experienced recently. I know it wasn't Dylan, however I'd swear--based on the way he played his hand--this guy went to Dylan's poker school (i.e. Donkey U).
It's still early in a deepstack texas holdem poker tournament. We're paying ten handed, and everyone has approximately 100 BBs. The play has been very tight. A raise of 3 big blinds is enough to take down most of the pots before the flop, and no one has 3 bet.
In early position I pick up aces and raise to 3 BBs. It folds around to the donkey. He pops it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He snap calls. The flop comes Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He calls instantly, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades 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 have to call you." and calls. You'll never guess what he flips up? Two fours. I almost fell out of my chair. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even with 10 guesses I wouldn't have put him on fours. Of course, this is a bad beat story, so you have already guessed how it ends... Of course, the river was a four, sending me to the rail.
It's still early in a deepstack texas holdem poker tournament. We're paying ten handed, and everyone has approximately 100 BBs. The play has been very tight. A raise of 3 big blinds is enough to take down most of the pots before the flop, and no one has 3 bet.
In early position I pick up aces and raise to 3 BBs. It folds around to the donkey. He pops it to 6 BBs, so I 3 bet 30 BBs. He snap calls. The flop comes Q, 9, 3, rainbow. I make about a half pot size bet. He calls instantly, again. The turn is a king of spades, putting two spades 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 have to call you." and calls. You'll never guess what he flips up? Two fours. I almost fell out of my chair. The flush draw wouldn't have surprised me, but even with 10 guesses I wouldn't have put him on fours. Of course, this is a bad beat story, so you have already guessed how it ends... Of course, the river was a four, sending me to the rail.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Dylan the Donkey, On a Serious Note
Being a donkey is a hard choice, and I have to commend Dylan on stepping up to the challenge. I can imagine he wakes up at night in cold sweats with the words, "Dylan you donkey..." ringing in his ears. I know that won't stop you, and that's one of the things I really love about you.
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