By Flygirl62
Lynn and I were playing free poker at one of our local establishments. Its a nice Saturday afternoon, so there were only 4 tables. We've been playing for about 40 minutes, and the blinds are 200/400. Two seats to my left is this "grumpy old man" with an unlit cigar in his mouth. Everytime he's in a hand and has to lay it down he grumbles about donkey players.So...I'm in the bb and I have pocket 44s. It folds around to GOM, and he bets 1600. The small blind folds his 200. I look at my pocket 44s, glance at GOM's remaining stack, and decide to make the call for the extra 1200. The flop comes A36. I still have a pocket pair and two opportunites to make a straight. I check and GOM goes all in for his remaining 1400 in chips. I think about it for a bit and try to calculate pot odds, which we all know I don't pay attention to anyways, then I call. Mind you, calling the 1400 left me with only about 400 in chips, so I was pretty much pot committed when I called the original 1600. I also looked at Lynn's chips, which were pretty low, and thought "Well, if I go out, we can leave and go do yardwork."The turn is a 4, and the river is a 10, giving me a set. I flip over my cards, and GOM goes ballistic! He's calling me a donkey, flipping the 4 back over and saying "what were you doing calling with only 44s?", etc. etc. He mucks his cards without showing, and continues to berate me. The rest of the table including Lynn are all saying "let it go", but I just can't. I start arguing with the guy saying "Look, I had a pocket pair, had money in the pot, and you didn't make it that much more for me to see a card. After that, I was pot committed, so I called the all in." He keeps going on and on about how I called a raise with only 44s, getting louder and louder. I finally said "Sir, how much money have you made this year in real money games?" He stares and me and says "What do you mean? What does that matter?" Again, I ask "How much money have you made in real games if you are such a good player?" Again I get the same answer. So, I tell him when he starts making money in real games he can question my play in the free tournaments....until then he needs to shut the fk up. He looks at me, sputters a few other things about donkey players and storms out.The rest of the table just said "He's always like that. It doesn't matter what he gets beat with, he calls people donkeys." Well...that's all well and fine but this donkey....errrr....fine card playing cousin to a filly doesn't just sit there and take the rantings of grumpy old men...expecially not at free poker.So that's my experience with grumpy old men. Maybe next time I'll talk about my experience with pushy, middle aged men...lol.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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2 comments:
I love this story!!! Thanks Flygirl, can't wait to hear another one ll.
You might be a donkey in his eyes but hes an ass in my eyes LOL
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