Dette syge scenario udspiller sig, som overskriften fortæller i Vegas. Har en kammerat der tog til The City Of Gamble for at lire den af! Strippers FTW og easy cashgames for the pleasure ;-)
På denne tur mødte han en amerikansk gut, named, Axxx! Denne fyr fortæller følgende historie:
Axxx' kammerat sidder i et jucy 5/10$ spil på et af Vegas' casinoer. Ved bordet sidder der en KÆMPE donk som kammeraten har været oppe at toppes med det meste af aftenen. De har mere eller mindre svinet hinanden til, når der var grund til dette.
Bordet de sidder ved, har ala Party, en Bad Beat Jackpot- ala same rules.
Le Donk og Axxx' mate ender i en pot på et tidspunkt, HU, hvor helvede bryder løs. Donken har quads på boardet, men Axxx' homie har højere quads.
Ved showdown viser donken sine quads op, stolt- og er klar til at ta potten på $4 k ind i hulen. Axxx' pal har som sagt højere quads, men vælger at vise kort til tilskuerne og mucke lapperne i bunken, bare for at idioten ikke skal få BBJ!
SHIIIIT donk.... U just lost 80k!
Det er sgu køligt!
Coolness FTW!
Snydt for BBJ i Vegas!!! Sick!
Fnd den samme historie på espn dot com, læs den igennem, og du vil syntes den er meget mere liret end beskrevet her..
@ Lundegårdzwei
Er jeg blevet taget ved næsen med en vandrehistorie???
Ja, den er vidst en Urban Legend ... har læst den før - og da foregik det ikke i Vegas og var ikke Quads over Quads men ellers var historien den samme.
Tror det er 3. version af den historie jeg har læst nu - bla. den her :
While attending college at Arizona State University, I would often playpoker at Casino Arizona, a good-sized card room with a wide variety ofgames. For those of you who haven't mixed it up in one of the GrandCanyon State's casinos, they are all Native American-owned, and themajority offer impressive perks and giveaways. But since poker is ourprimary concern, the only "perk" worth mentioning are the bad beatjackpots. If you've never played in a poker room with a bad beat jackpot, the rulesare 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 (oftenquads or better), congratulations, you just netted yourself a heftybonus. At most card clubs, the loser of the hand receives 50 percent ofthe jackpot, the winner gets 25 percent, and the other players seated atthat table divide up the remaining 25 percent. What's more, most of AZ'sbad beat jackpots are progressive -- increasing daily until they are hit.If memory serves me correctly, Fort McDowell Casino in Fountain Hillsholds 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, Isnagged 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 ofit 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 northof the century mark. Had someone handed her a broom, I would've grabbedDorothy and Toto and whisked them to safety. Seated in the center of the table, the first few hands I played felt likea ping-pong match as Crew Cut continuously spoutedmuttered-but-audible off-color remarks, all directed at the Wicked Witchof the West, who had absolutely no qualms about issuing verbalretaliations. Being impartial, I nevertheless gave props to the eldercombatant; her replies were much more creative: "The height of your hairis a direct reflection of your IQ," and other statements along thoselines. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I turned to my neighborfor enlightenment. Apparently, the bad blood began the way it usuallybegins at a poker table: he had a high pocket pair (in this case,queens) and she stayed in with a small pair (fours), and eventuallysnapped 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 ofletting 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 thepreraised 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 betand a call, only two were left in the hunt: yup, you guessed it, Crew Cutand 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 brokeloose. Because they were heads-up, there was no cap on raises, and thetwo kept coming over the top of one another as if they were playingleapfrog to the death. The rest of us were amped by the furious action and we were allreasonably confident that a boatload of "found money" was about to landin each of our laps. Expecting to dole out some serious cash -- thejackpot was around $60,000 at the time -- two floormen raced over towatch the hand play out. Crew Cut got it all-in first and the pot was now somewhere in thevicinity of $500, pretty decent for a $6/$12 game. With no betting actionleft, and only the river to come, Crew Cut proudly flipped over his hand,pocket rockets, giving him aces full of kings, the minimum qualifier forCasino Arizona's bad beat jackpot. "Go ahead and beat it," Crew Cut said antagonistically. "Gimme a badbeat."
Damn.... I've been framed
Men synes nu stadigvæk at historien er super. Urban legend eller ej ;-)
"They caaaalled me SLOOOOW.....How daaaare y..!?"
Sjov historie..
Men at betale 4K$ for at en ens ærke modstander ikke vinder 76k$ vil jeg nu ikke kalde "Coolness FTW".. Nærmere "Stupidity FTW".. Hvis donken vandt så mange penge var der jo også basis for at han ville sprøjte en del af dem væk..