The Five Worst Bad Beats of All Time
I've played a lot of poker... I've seen my fair share of four-outters, two-outters, one-outters... runner-runner straight draws, runner-runner quads. And I've definitely heard more than my fair share of bad beats. I don't usually tell bad beat stories anymore, but there are some that are unusual enough that I feel like they deserve telling. So over the next week or so I'm going to count off the top five bad beats that I've ever had, seen, or heard about. You've been warned.
So one day I'm trying to build my meager bankroll up at the 3-6 game. I've got a total of about $500 to my name, so I sit down right next to the dealer and buy-in for a rack. A few rounds go by and then something awesome happens... I'm dealt 67s in the BB. It's raised by an early position player preflop, but it's a loose Cali game and everyone calls. So I see the flop. Flop comes : 3 4 5. Rainbow.
SNAP! I just hit the nuts. I check to the preflop better, who bets like I expect... everyone calls. I pop it, he reraises, everyone calls, I cap it. Turn comes : Q.
I bet out, he raises, one guy calls and the rest of the players give up. I reraise, he caps. The poor guy in the middle just shakes his head and calls. We're going wild and it's getting out of hand. There's a huge mountain of chips in the middle now... probably pushing $200.
The river comes... it's a king. I double-check to make sure there isn't a flush possible. I bet and the guy who was jamming it with me just calls. The other guy shakes his head and folds. I'm staring at what is going to pump my roll up by about 40%.
"Straight!" I say as I flip over my card.
That's right... card. I look around in a panic and see the corner of my other card just barely touching the muck that the dealer had put between us. Somehow in all the betting, I had thrown in the chip that was protecting my cards. The dealer was used to putting his muck pile right between him and the 1 seat where I was playing... and he had somehow scooted that little 6 right into the muck pile.
I grabbed the card and turned it over... everyone looks at the dealer, who is getting red and has this nervous smile on. One of the players murmers, "dead hand... it's a dead hand!"
Realization sinks in to the pre-flop aggressor, who starts laughing a little bit. "FLOOR!" I yell out. The guy starts laughing even harder now, and a couple of the other players start laughing as well. Even the dealer starts laughing a bit. I'm the only one who's not laughing.
The floorman came over and declared what everyone already knew. It was a dead hand. I wouldn't be getting any chips and my bankroll would be taking a little blow. I got up in a daze and stumbled out of the cardroom, sick to my stomach.
I vowed that day that I would never tip another dealer again... a vow that lasted just shy of 24 hours, when I finally came back to the Wagon Wheel and they had their other dealer, a gorgeous redhead that everyone called "Princess", dealing our regular morning 3-6 game. She had this huge chest that would always seem to catch crumbs when she was eating, and she'd consistently come in to deal the game with dried cereal stuck to her blouse.
I learned a lot playing at the Wagon Wheel... for one thing, I always used to feel sorry for losing players at the table. Like the guy who won that monster pot... he was always coming in, losing his ass, then leaving. Seeing all those players laugh at me, though, changed something. A few months later, I'd see my first crying man at the table... and I didn't feel the least bit bad.
Above all, though, the most important thing I learned from the Wagon Wheel?
Bad Beat #5
So one day I'm trying to build my meager bankroll up at the 3-6 game. I've got a total of about $500 to my name, so I sit down right next to the dealer and buy-in for a rack. A few rounds go by and then something awesome happens... I'm dealt 67s in the BB. It's raised by an early position player preflop, but it's a loose Cali game and everyone calls. So I see the flop. Flop comes : 3 4 5. Rainbow.
SNAP! I just hit the nuts. I check to the preflop better, who bets like I expect... everyone calls. I pop it, he reraises, everyone calls, I cap it. Turn comes : Q.
I bet out, he raises, one guy calls and the rest of the players give up. I reraise, he caps. The poor guy in the middle just shakes his head and calls. We're going wild and it's getting out of hand. There's a huge mountain of chips in the middle now... probably pushing $200.
The river comes... it's a king. I double-check to make sure there isn't a flush possible. I bet and the guy who was jamming it with me just calls. The other guy shakes his head and folds. I'm staring at what is going to pump my roll up by about 40%.
"Straight!" I say as I flip over my card.
That's right... card. I look around in a panic and see the corner of my other card just barely touching the muck that the dealer had put between us. Somehow in all the betting, I had thrown in the chip that was protecting my cards. The dealer was used to putting his muck pile right between him and the 1 seat where I was playing... and he had somehow scooted that little 6 right into the muck pile.
I grabbed the card and turned it over... everyone looks at the dealer, who is getting red and has this nervous smile on. One of the players murmers, "dead hand... it's a dead hand!"
Realization sinks in to the pre-flop aggressor, who starts laughing a little bit. "FLOOR!" I yell out. The guy starts laughing even harder now, and a couple of the other players start laughing as well. Even the dealer starts laughing a bit. I'm the only one who's not laughing.
The floorman came over and declared what everyone already knew. It was a dead hand. I wouldn't be getting any chips and my bankroll would be taking a little blow. I got up in a daze and stumbled out of the cardroom, sick to my stomach.
I vowed that day that I would never tip another dealer again... a vow that lasted just shy of 24 hours, when I finally came back to the Wagon Wheel and they had their other dealer, a gorgeous redhead that everyone called "Princess", dealing our regular morning 3-6 game. She had this huge chest that would always seem to catch crumbs when she was eating, and she'd consistently come in to deal the game with dried cereal stuck to her blouse.
I learned a lot playing at the Wagon Wheel... for one thing, I always used to feel sorry for losing players at the table. Like the guy who won that monster pot... he was always coming in, losing his ass, then leaving. Seeing all those players laugh at me, though, changed something. A few months later, I'd see my first crying man at the table... and I didn't feel the least bit bad.
Above all, though, the most important thing I learned from the Wagon Wheel?
ALWAYS PROTECT YOUR CARDS!
posted by Dutch Boyd at
08:49
4 Comments:
Probably the only true bad beat I've had. It's a $250 buyin tourney that I was playing back when I had a roll to play that size.
It's about 60 people to the money out of 400 entrants. I get dealt AA UTG. The table I'm at is more than average aggressive. So I limp. Guy in Middle position raises, button re-raises, so I push. Both of them call me. Woohoo for me! Only 1 of them has me covered.
We all turn our cards over.
AA for me, AQ for guy who doesn't have me covered, and QQ for guy with the biggest stack.
WOOHOOO FOR ME!!!
The knife went in the quickest way possible.
First card on flop, the case Q.
Anyone cry for me? I think not :(
It's a homegame with $.5-$1 blinds with only 6 guys there. Everyone folds to me on the button with J-5 suited and I figure to take a flop since the other two players are conservative and I can steal the pot from them. Well I won't have to steal as the flop comes JJA. The SB checks but the BB bets out $5, huh?! I was gunna do that, so I ponder the bet and don't think he'd let two other people in with A J only 6 handed, and definitely not AA so I raise him $10 more. The SB folds but when it gets back to him he raises me my last $38 all-in. I immediately call and he flips over Ace deuce which was kind of strange. As the dealer picks up the deck I see another Ace on the bottom so he has one out. Turn is a blank, but alas.. the river is the case ace and he's left smiling!
This summer I was in a tourney with about 8 people. My stack is pretty low. Prior to the hand I say, " If i get 7s or better I'm all in." The cards are dealt out and I look at my hole cards, pocket 10s. I raise all in and all but one person folds. He thinks about it for about a minute then calls. Hes got 7's. He knows before I turn it over that I have a higher pair. The flop comes 7 4 7. He goes absolutely crazy. I realize that I'm done in the tourney because I was about to be low stack by far. Turn comes, 10. He's not worried because he knows there's no way I'm gonna get another 10. I see dealer pull of the river and it looks like an 8, so I get up and walk away. After I turned around everyone starts screaming and I see a 10 on the river. The guy with the quad 7s looks like he'd just seen a ghost. He just walked away and didn't say anything. That's the craziest hand I've been involved in.
try 30/60 at the bellagio, making quads and ending up with the THIRD best hand.
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