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Poker Game Night: Episode 2
13 years ago
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And we continue the story with 
anjimcdohl
I'm sitting here, my stack of chips slowly dwindling. My nub of what was a Hoyo de Monterrey Excalibur smoldering on the ashtray to my right. The table's crowded tonight, 9 people.
I take my last pull of the nub and get passed the deck.
Nine cards, and nine again. I set the deck down.
Blinds are called. There's a few new faces here. Ramon, Eric, and my good friend David. I look at my pocket. Two sixes stare back at me. I feel somewhat underwhelmed. Pot's good.
I burn and flop.
5, 10, 6. A really good flop for me. Bets go around, people fold. Interesting. I glance over my shoulder to the shelf I have my iPad sitting on, with the bag of cigars I bought earlier that day on top of the iPad. Maybe I should have another.
Fold, fold, bet, fold. Back to me, I call, and the next card.
Seven. The straight is clear on the table. Ramon, to my left, bets his black chip. Eric calls, and everyone else folds. Either Ramon is carrying the straight, and kicks my triples to the curb. Or he's bluffing, and I rule the school.
I drop my black chip in the pot. Burn and turn.
The river card is a 6. I have a 4 of a kind staring right back at me. Ramon presses it and throws another 3000 in the pot. I click my cigar cutter idly, watching him for a moment as Eric folds. I call the 3000.
He triumphantly flips up his straight, with the 8 and 9 in the pocket.
A smile spreads across my face as I make a small show of holding up my cards, before triumphantly flopping them down in between the two sixes. The table erupts in sounds of "Ohhhhhh shit!" and "Awwwww!" I scoop my chips and chuckle. "I think that hand calls for another cigar." I turn to my bag and pull out the Hoyo de Monterrey Dark Knight II and light up in victory.
anjimcdohlI'm sitting here, my stack of chips slowly dwindling. My nub of what was a Hoyo de Monterrey Excalibur smoldering on the ashtray to my right. The table's crowded tonight, 9 people.
I take my last pull of the nub and get passed the deck.
Nine cards, and nine again. I set the deck down.
Blinds are called. There's a few new faces here. Ramon, Eric, and my good friend David. I look at my pocket. Two sixes stare back at me. I feel somewhat underwhelmed. Pot's good.
I burn and flop.
5, 10, 6. A really good flop for me. Bets go around, people fold. Interesting. I glance over my shoulder to the shelf I have my iPad sitting on, with the bag of cigars I bought earlier that day on top of the iPad. Maybe I should have another.
Fold, fold, bet, fold. Back to me, I call, and the next card.
Seven. The straight is clear on the table. Ramon, to my left, bets his black chip. Eric calls, and everyone else folds. Either Ramon is carrying the straight, and kicks my triples to the curb. Or he's bluffing, and I rule the school.
I drop my black chip in the pot. Burn and turn.
The river card is a 6. I have a 4 of a kind staring right back at me. Ramon presses it and throws another 3000 in the pot. I click my cigar cutter idly, watching him for a moment as Eric folds. I call the 3000.
He triumphantly flips up his straight, with the 8 and 9 in the pocket.
A smile spreads across my face as I make a small show of holding up my cards, before triumphantly flopping them down in between the two sixes. The table erupts in sounds of "Ohhhhhh shit!" and "Awwwww!" I scoop my chips and chuckle. "I think that hand calls for another cigar." I turn to my bag and pull out the Hoyo de Monterrey Dark Knight II and light up in victory.
