Played $1/$2 NL at Harrahs (LAS VEGAS) two days ago.
A shocking hand came up.
A drunk (in his mid 40s) is to my immediate left. He's a nice guy and he been super chatty with the whole table. The waitress can't bring the shots to him fast enough. "Where *is* she?", he keeps saying.
He's drinking whiskey all night and then adding these shots as fast as he can.
His play is just as you'd expect. Dreamlike. Any and all cards that connect are the "nuts" and his chips move to the center on the table.
He's re-bought a few times now for $200.00 a pop.
He's mentioned a few times that the money means little to him, we are all his friends and "this is just like playing in the home game with my buddies".
With $140.00 in my stack, I wake up with AA and raise to $12.00 UTG.
He calls the $12.00.
It's folded around. Heads up.
Flop: 8-6-6 rainbow.
I check to him.
He says "I'm ALL IN, and buddy, I highly suggest you fold!"
(I have $140.00 and he has me covered)
Wow, I think..what bad luck. He out flopped me and is being nice.
Dang. He has dreaded 6 eh? Humm.
I'm about 85% ready to fold when I decide, at last second, to flip my cards over (face up) and try to get a reaction from him.
I show him (and the table) my AA!
"Oh yeah?", he replies. "Well I'll show you my cards too!"
What?? I can't believe what's about to happen but...
He flips over his cards: A8
I'm stunned. I sit there are stare at his A8. I can't believe it.
Where's the 6?
I feel bad for him as I know he was trying to be nice.
But the poker player in me is thinking the obvious: He has 2 outs baby!
I call, and no miracle occurs for him.
I'll never forget this hand!
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