Murder most foul ...... was almost commited at the G last night, as Loofah ran into 'Slow Roll Hari' (of G-Man fame).
Having raised with 10 10 pre, he re-raised me all-in for what was left of his 'Ticket One' stack in the Tuesday Triple Chance comp, much beloved of players that hate life in general.
"Yup, OK, I'll give you a spin", and I flipped over.
Slow Roll Hari then proceeds to gaze at my cards - lengthily - murmuring aloud, "I'm in a lot of trouble", three or four times. He eventually condescended to turn over his hand after I prompted him to "get on with it".
The 'red mist' descended as he slowly turned one K, then the next ...... he proceeded to win the pot, as I battled to stop myself ramming him up Callum's jaxie, sideways!
Shortly after the break, Ian (what a great job the lad does) transferred all the players onto the Adult Tables, and made it dealer dealt.
I still had SRH to my left though - continuing to ply his trade - and was absolutely delighted to get knocked out before I earnt myself an appearance at Luton Crown Court (I doubt whether M' Noble Lud would accept my defence of hyper irritation for a Capital Offence).
Off to the Cash Table - and in true tilt fashion the first £100 was spunked quicker than a thirteen year old finding Dad's badly hidden copy of Playboy under the bed.
Stroodling, a healthy pot built up and I was obliged to con myself that I was 'priced in' with my
...... floppedy flop
...... checked ...... RD betting into me, on the turn ...... strangely I flatted as Michelle B also called ....... RD goes all in ...... HoldorFold saved by this ...... "Ship it".
Ridiculous amounts of good cards followed (there was much gnashing of the teeth to be heard), flopped str8 got a guy all in ..... quads ..... hero calls with Ace high - on dangerous boards - to the total bemusement of Internetbozohowcanyoucallmyallinbluffwiththatkid ...... flushes repeatedly hit - calling £75 on a
flop with
, calling £ 75 on the missed turn, and 'rewarded' on the river with the wayward club forcing the guy to fire (all in) with his trips, in the hope of winning the humungous pot ...... a profit of £732 almost erased the dirty deeds of SRH from my mind (come The Revolution, this fellah's first for a Show Trial).
And all was well with the world.
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