Faldt over denne historie den anden dag, og mener ikke jeg har set linket postet på pokernet endnu...
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Der kan man snakke om et bad beat!!
KÆLLING!!! ;-)
20-03-2006 11:14
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20-03-2006 13:07
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Kan i læse hele artiklen?
20-03-2006 13:30
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20-03-2006 13:43
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While attending college at Arizona State University, I would often play poker at Casino Arizona, a good-sized card room with a wide variety of games. For those of you who haven''t mixed it up in one of the Grand Canyon State''s casinos, they are all Native American-owned, and the majority offer impressive perks and giveaways. But since poker is our primary concern, the only "perk" worth mentioning are the bad beat jackpots.
If you''ve never played in a poker room with a bad beat jackpot, the rules are simple: using both hole cards (for hold''em), if your high hand (normally aces full of 10s or better) is cracked by a higher hand (often quads or better), congratulations, you just netted yourself a hefty bonus. At most card clubs, the loser of the hand receives 50 percent of the jackpot, the winner gets 25 percent, and the other players seated at that table divide up the remaining 25 percent. What''s more, most of AZ''s bad beat jackpots are progressive -- increasing daily until they are hit. If memory serves me correctly, Fort McDowell Casino in Fountain Hills holds the record for the world''s largest bad beat jackpot ever paid, somewhere in the neighborhood of $160,000.
While biding my time for a more lucrative $20/$40 limit hold''em game, I snagged an open seat in a $6/$12 game. Shortly after unracking my chips, I realized there was a significant amount of tension at the table, all of it between two players: the No. 3 seat, a young guy, mid-30s, stocky, with a crew cut, and the No. 9 seat, an older woman, possibly way north of the century mark. Had someone handed her a broom, I would''ve grabbed Dorothy and Toto and whisked them to safety.
Seated in the center of the table, the first few hands I played felt like a ping-pong match as Crew Cut continuously spouted muttered-but-audible off-color remarks, all directed at the Wicked Witch of the West, who had absolutely no qualms about issuing verbal retaliations. Being impartial, I nevertheless gave props to the elder combatant; her replies were much more creative: "The height of your hair is a direct reflection of your IQ," and other statements along those lines.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I turned to my neighbor for enlightenment. Apparently, the bad blood began the way it usually begins at a poker table: he had a high pocket pair (in this case, queens) and she stayed in with a small pair (fours), and eventually snapped him off when she paired her kicker (an unsuited 7) on the river.
OK, it happens, let''s move on. However, Crew Cut had no intention of letting the events of Bad Beats Past fade quietly into the night. Oh, no.
A few hands later, nearly the entire table stuck around to see the preraised flop (Casino Arizona is well known for ultra-live action, regardless of the game -- must be the desert sun!) of K-K-A. After a bet and a call, only two were left in the hunt: yup, you guessed it, Crew Cut and the Witch (sounds like the title of the next Harry Potter novel, doesn''t it?).
Something irrelevant, an 8, I think, hit the turn and all hell broke loose. Because they were heads-up, there was no cap on raises, and the two kept coming over the top of one another as if they were playing leapfrog to the death.
The rest of us were amped by the furious action and we were all reasonably confident that a boatload of "found money" was about to land in each of our laps. Expecting to dole out some serious cash -- the jackpot was around $60,000 at the time -- two floormen raced over to watch the hand play out.
Crew Cut got it all-in first and the pot was now somewhere in the vicinity of $500, pretty decent for a $6/$12 game. With no betting action left, and only the river to come, Crew Cut proudly flipped over his hand, pocket rockets, giving him aces full of kings, the minimum qualifier for Casino Arizona''s bad beat jackpot.
"Go ahead and beat it," Crew Cu
20-03-2006 23:45
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Mener den har været oppe før.
Men mon ikke, at hun havde tabt hånden. Man takker ikke nej til så mange penge. Så er det lige meget, hvor stort et fjols modstanderen er.
Ellers meget sjov historie
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