Patrick's Big Blind Special

So this hand happened a few weeks ago...

Patrick is a local player in his twenties, a regular at PH. He told me he had been on a bad run of cards, or otherwise getting bad results, and these bad results happened to coincide with his making Red Rock casino his home base. I told him that Red Rock was the reason.

Red Rock is a locals casino out in Summerlin. You probably have some of the toughest $200-capped NL live casino games in the world spread at Red Rock. Playing at Red Rock is kind of like going into a poker bootcamp. Just like with bootcamp, they deprive you of your worldly possessions. At the end of the month, you have no bankroll whatsoever but your game is so strong you can crush any player who has not also been through the Red Rock initiation.

So finally he came back to PH, which was good. But he got drunk, which was not so good. Patrick sober is a pretty solid player, and you will seldom hear word one out of his mouth. But when he drinks his play opens up and he treats his chips like a pyromaniac in the desert with a fresh box of grenades. He also becomes the most easily offended man on the planet.

So in this game with me and Patrick there are also a couple European kids sitting next to each other. I want to say they are Czech but that is probably wrong--but they are speaking Czech or whatever language it is they speak to each other between hands. A drunk Patrick is an openly suspicious and contemptuous Patrick, and whenever they speak something besides English I think he is going to ask the floorman to come over and throw them out for possible collusion.

So there is a limped pot, with Patrick in the big blind. The flop comes down 763, with two diamonds. The small blind checks and Patrick bets like $10. It's folded to Czech kid #1, who pushes all-in for like $100. Then Czech kid #2, right behind him, pushes for almost $200.

Patrick is sitting there thinking for the longest time. "I know they're working together," he says.

Finally another guy at the table says, "Clock, please." The dealer announces that Patrick will have one minute to make his decision.

"Who called clock," Patrick asks. He was so caught up in his decision that he didn't notice who it was. When the dealer tells him who it was, Patrick turns to the guy and says, "Hey, fuck you!"

He turns over his hand. It's 6-7 for top two pair. "This is what I'm thinking about, okay?"

He mutters, "I know they're working together."

With about 10 seconds left to make a decision, he goes, "I call!"

The turn and river blank off. Czech #1 turns over 89 of diamonds for an open-ended straight and flush draw. Czech #2 shows AT of diamonds for the nut flush draw. They missed everything and Patrick takes the pot.

Patrick shouts, "Fuck 'em!"

He gets up and staggers around, drunkenly pumping his fist. "I know they're working together."

The Czech kids are looking at each other forlornly, deciding whether or not to rebuy, and Patrick is still walking around and shouting, "Fuck 'em!"

It was like something out of the Middle Ages.
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I haven't been playing much the past few days, just for like five minutes on UB this morning while my coffee was brewing.

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