The players are 2 guys wyo has no clue what's going on, 2 knows the very basics of one decent guy and me and my flatmate who both gind the 1/2 $/£ tables online a lot. He's a very bad loser, and have never won any of our home tournaments. Everybody is drinking, talking and having a good time
To make a long story short, after abou 4 hours of playiing me and my flatmate are heads up. He has used one rebuy I have not used any. We have never been heads up in these games before, and we both know there is A LOT of prestige involved. He has 30 K, I have 20 K. Blinds are 2K/4K.
After a little while we are even. My flatmate just finished a milkglass of whiskey, so he's starting to get fairly drunk. He's a damn fotball player and sucks at drinking. I'm a lazy student and know what's up with mista alcoholde. He spends tons of time chancing music and talking gibberish, I play it cool and ask him to replace the damn hiphopgarbage with some lattakikk rock.
Then this hand: I raise PF with KJ, he calls. Flop comes K 8 2. I bet, he raises all in. I call. He has 8 T and doens't hit. I know he's a bad loser, so I don't say much, I'm just sitting there waiting for him to a) gongratulate me b) do something stupid. He choose b) He threw his chips all over the place and ripped a 200 NOK bill apart. I'm like whatever, seen that before, I'm just feeling really great about having won.
Everybody is happy because the game is over so they can hit the clubs (people are waiting til the game is finished before leaving).
Then he says he wants to rebuy. I, and everybody else is like "what the hell are you talking about?" The rebuys are really only there so that people who bust early can continue playing instead of just whatching, but he's really stubborn and we didn't really make any time restrictions for the rebuys.
So we continue. He has 3K, I have 50K. He wins the two first all ins, I don't get a card higher than 3 for about 10 hands, a coinflip and suddenly I have 17K and he has 38 K. He wins after I push JKs and he calls with A6. He makes all kinds of stupid winning moves (like golding both his hands in the air and looking like a crack-influensed monkey hooker) and declares that he'll pay for the drinks the rest of the night. I can't really decide weather or not to punch him in the face or to just finish the rest of the whiscky and go to bed. I chose tha last option, and are now in bed, licking my wounds and regretting I didin't choose optin A.
Please god, remove the devil from the surface of the earth and let me forget this sad sad day.Statistics: Posted by Zwheito — Sat May 19, 2007 5:22 pm
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