A pretty bad beat
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 5:06 pm
Well, it's been a few days now and after a few more beverages than what I should have in a week, my memory is a little hazy so please forgive the lack of detail. Needless to say, this is perhaps THE absolute worst bad beat that I'll ever suffer!
Anyway... as usual, the tribe makes it's way down to the modbury plaza hotel for a meal and some cards after work and we arrive well before time, see plenty of familiar faces, register (Cheers Doug!) and get our meals within 10 minutes of ordering. Good night so far.
The game started up without a hitch and we joined some usual faces at our little table in the corner and began to play some cards. Pulled a few all in's early, won a couple of minor pots and, really, I deserved nothing more to go out when I went up against Adam when I knew he'd hit and I was still fishing. Yes. I was fishing for an inside straight when I knew much much better. When he took me down with his pocket K's with a K on the flop and I called his bet, I completely deserved it.
So where's the bad beat I hear you ask. Read on.
Wasn't much later when someone asked Bigpete if we were going to the Woolshed again that evening after the Modbury. Now, I had been absolutely definate before hand that I wasn't going in there this week -- I really needed some sleep. Needless to say, Pete turned, looked at me and said, "I dunno... are we Ondie?". I did everything in my power to reject the idea so I simply shook my head and said 'yes'. With a nod, it was done and we were going in.
In we get to the Woolshed and quickly order up some double blacks to fill up our stamps. My old man even joined us again and our TD and TA for the evening were James and Moose -- both trouble if u ask me
. We stuck around for a bit and after a nice win, I was left with a decent stack about halfway through. Got slapped down in a couple of hands and just managed to get through to the final table with 4k when the blinds were at 2k/4k. I was lucky enough to grab the '3' and get the BB so I naturally go blind. My pair of aces went down to two pair, queen/jack -- Larry's I believe, and so ended my night in 8th as we had a NPL staff member at the table.
Nothing really bad throughout the night when you think about it. Off we head home and on way I demanded, half-cut I might add, that we stop somewhere on the way to get something to eat. Being close to 3am, it was maccas. We pulled over and the old man and me did the 'ol walk through the drive through and ordered. I suddenly got the urge to pee so leaving the old man to finish the ordering and the paying I quickly made my way over near Pete's car and began my business in the garden through the fence.
Then I hear Bigpete's angelic voice from behind me, "You're Fu**ed Ondie."
"Fu**ed?", I asked somewhat confused.
"Yeah fu**ed", was his response.
Then the 'woot, woot' from a police car blessed my ears.
"I'm fu**ed." I thought.
I finished up my business and was then greeted by two police officers whom promptly asked, "You do know that it is an offence to urinate in public?"
"Yes sir." I responded with my head hung low. I wasn't going to argue it or pretend that I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't have been doing. I made mention that the macca's was closed and I REALLY needed to go but they still weren't very impressed. Several questions later and a check to make sure I wasn't a serial public urinator, I was let off with a warning.
Still. To be caught at about 3am in need of a pee without a toilet in sight by a patrol car that just happened to be passing through the macca's carpark qualifies for a bad beat I think.
Anyway... as usual, the tribe makes it's way down to the modbury plaza hotel for a meal and some cards after work and we arrive well before time, see plenty of familiar faces, register (Cheers Doug!) and get our meals within 10 minutes of ordering. Good night so far.
The game started up without a hitch and we joined some usual faces at our little table in the corner and began to play some cards. Pulled a few all in's early, won a couple of minor pots and, really, I deserved nothing more to go out when I went up against Adam when I knew he'd hit and I was still fishing. Yes. I was fishing for an inside straight when I knew much much better. When he took me down with his pocket K's with a K on the flop and I called his bet, I completely deserved it.
So where's the bad beat I hear you ask. Read on.
Wasn't much later when someone asked Bigpete if we were going to the Woolshed again that evening after the Modbury. Now, I had been absolutely definate before hand that I wasn't going in there this week -- I really needed some sleep. Needless to say, Pete turned, looked at me and said, "I dunno... are we Ondie?". I did everything in my power to reject the idea so I simply shook my head and said 'yes'. With a nod, it was done and we were going in.
In we get to the Woolshed and quickly order up some double blacks to fill up our stamps. My old man even joined us again and our TD and TA for the evening were James and Moose -- both trouble if u ask me
. We stuck around for a bit and after a nice win, I was left with a decent stack about halfway through. Got slapped down in a couple of hands and just managed to get through to the final table with 4k when the blinds were at 2k/4k. I was lucky enough to grab the '3' and get the BB so I naturally go blind. My pair of aces went down to two pair, queen/jack -- Larry's I believe, and so ended my night in 8th as we had a NPL staff member at the table. Nothing really bad throughout the night when you think about it. Off we head home and on way I demanded, half-cut I might add, that we stop somewhere on the way to get something to eat. Being close to 3am, it was maccas. We pulled over and the old man and me did the 'ol walk through the drive through and ordered. I suddenly got the urge to pee so leaving the old man to finish the ordering and the paying I quickly made my way over near Pete's car and began my business in the garden through the fence.
Then I hear Bigpete's angelic voice from behind me, "You're Fu**ed Ondie."
"Fu**ed?", I asked somewhat confused.
"Yeah fu**ed", was his response.
Then the 'woot, woot' from a police car blessed my ears.
"I'm fu**ed." I thought.
I finished up my business and was then greeted by two police officers whom promptly asked, "You do know that it is an offence to urinate in public?"
"Yes sir." I responded with my head hung low. I wasn't going to argue it or pretend that I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't have been doing. I made mention that the macca's was closed and I REALLY needed to go but they still weren't very impressed. Several questions later and a check to make sure I wasn't a serial public urinator, I was let off with a warning.
Still. To be caught at about 3am in need of a pee without a toilet in sight by a patrol car that just happened to be passing through the macca's carpark qualifies for a bad beat I think.
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