It was Friday night which meant that I was at Henry’s for the infamous home game. Although every week is a good time and usually provides enough content to do a nineteen part series, some are better than others. Last night, was the best.
I love Chris (PokerGeek). He’s a good kid with a geeky quality to him that makes him hard to dislike. He’s also one of the most tiltable players at the infamous home game. His tendency to tilt often gives you the correct implied-tilt-odds to make calls you might lay down to other players. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and you can actually see steam coming out of his ears when you bad beat him.
Last night though, Chris took tilt to a new level. Stuck a few buy-ins in the cash game, Chris gets sucked into a monster pot and rivers the best ace high flush possible (he had the K and the A was on the board). Excited that he had just won one of the biggest pots of the night, a pot that would possibly put him near break-even, Chris jumps from his seat and yells “NUTS!” as he slams his cards on the table. Chris was only partially right. He had the nut flush but Lance “Suck Out King” Pants meekly uttered the always dreaded “Sorry dude,” before flipping over his flopped straight flush.
Chris bolts from the room and slams the door to the bathroom with such a thunder that it broke the door handle and nearly caused a pause in our laughter. He was in there for what seemed like a half-hour but was probably much shorter.
I simply can’t tell the story as well as the man on the receiving end, so please go read Chris’ post.