Big Time Suck Outs

Posted by amarillosb

April 1, 2008

I’ve been getting sucked out on pretty badly in my home game, so in an effort to console and convince myself that things aren’t always going against me, I’d like to share two suck out stories. Both occurred in a live $2/$5 no limit hold’em games at a casino outside of Chicago.

Hand 1

A player in early position raises the $10 straddle up to $40. He gets two callers. I call with Ah 7h in last position with a deep stack and a tight table image. The big blind and the straddler call. Flop comes 88h3. It quickly checks around on the flop to me and with $240 in the pot. I decide that no one likes the board, and that this might be a spot where I can use my tight image to steal. After all, what’s the use of creating the tight image if you don’t use it to pilfer pots? I realize someone may have been slow-playing me from the blinds, but they both have shortish stacks, so I don’t think it’s likely. I make it $150 to go and sure enough the BB shoved for $200. I’m not happy about it, but I made the call. The turn is the king of hearts. River is another heart, and I scoop a huge pot with the nut flush. The guy I felted smacked his cards down, stood up, and headed straight over to the $1/$2 tables. Ouch.

Hand 2

I look down to find aces in the big blind and a short stack of $275. There are several limpers, so I make $50 and get two callers. One from a call station who plays decent cards and another from a tricky player who’s just told me his favorite hand is 7 5 suited or unsuited. The board comes 72J with two spades. I bet $125 because I know it’s going to take a lot to shake these guys, and again get two callers. The turn is another 7. I have a feeling I’m beat, but I decide these guys could be in with anything, and that I’m going to play the hand until the end for better or worse, so I shove. Better to be betting than calling, I say. The call-station finally folds, and the villan calls and flips over 7s2s for a full house. I start to say, “Oh man, nice hand,” but before I can get it out, the dealer peels of an ace, giving me the better full house.

Now, I did play this hand way too fast. I admit that. But as this turd-bucket ships me his chips, I hear him mumble, “Stupid woman. She doesn’t even know when she’s beat.” I tell him he doesn’t need to be so rude. I did in fact did know I probably was behind, but that I clearly wasn’t just going to give the pot away with an over pair and most of my stack in the middle. He rolled his eyes, tipped the dealer $25 out of spite, and then stormed off for a good twenty minutes.

The guy sitting next to him tells me that he’s been mumbling stuff like that all night. Apparently, when he sat down he said something like, “All these tables, and I get the one filled with douches.” Wow, what a class act. I wish I knew his name and I’d call him out right here in this blog because that guy was the king of all douches, and sucking out on him was so, so sweet.
I’m heading down to the WSOP Circuit event in Elizabeth today. Hope to have some good stories for you. There are always some strange characters playing there.

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