Week 20 Results
1st ($60 / 10pts): Randall "I brought my talisman" Ryan
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Harry "I got a straight??" Jarvis
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Mick "Did Harry get another straight?" McNulty
Low Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 12:15 Endtime
I have to say that the most entertaining aspect of this night was a person who didn't even place in the points. John St. Denis, he of the perpetually honest bone (I know what you're thinking...don't go there) vacillated from potential victor to crushed loser, waiting for the worms to come. And that was just in one 10-minute time period.
John went all-in, Margaret called. John won the hand and Margaret handed John all of her chips, content in her role as early loser; she even went so far as to mark herself off the list and give John a kill. John began his rake, but then his PHB began to speak to him.
"Margaret, are you sure I'm over you?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
"I don't know...we should count to be certain."
"Ok, but I think you're over me."
"I know, but we should make sure that we're correct."
Margaret not only survived by the skin of her teeth ($400?), but nibbled away at John's stack for the next few hands. 10 minutes later, John calls Harry's all-in. I don't remember what John had, but it was something like KK vs a small pocket pair of 6s. Flop, runner, runner,..."Oh look John...I've got a straight!" remarks Harry, and so he did. Cue the histrionics, with John flagellating himself and anything close by while recounting every bad beat he'd ever laid on someone else, and how maybe he deserved this. Umm, John, you've never really exorcised that Catholic guilt, have you?
John came back from his nadir of $900 to finish 5th, but eventually succumbed to the inevitable...Margaret killing him.
The final four were Harry, Mick, Randall, and Randall's stepfather Stan, who played surprisingly well for someone who had never sat at a Hold 'Em table. (He might even have been the chip leader at this point.) But eventually, Harry put Stan out when he hit another straight, taking out Stan's weak off-suit Q-10 all-in call. (For what it's worth, Harry had Stan dominated at the call with A-Q).
Mick had quietly come back from being well down earlier, and all 3 had reasonably even stacks. Correction: Mick wasn't quiet about it, crowing and singing at every opportunity. Ahh...but who cares? It was only a matter of time before she would crush the other two like over-ripe grapes and claim another victory over the lesser beings known as Game Developers.
UNTIL....
You see this one coming: Mick all-in, has Harry dominated, is about to rake in the chips when....Harry hits....a straight on the river! Mick screams like John (who is still dealing), their eyes lock knowingly. The earth is rent asunder by the wailing...who invited Harry Jarvis? Who...invited...Harry...Jarvis? Teeth are gnashed, hair is pulled.
And Randall wins in heads-up, which merely adds to the frivolity. Maybe it was his reward for feral feline clean-up duty.
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Harry "I got a straight??" Jarvis
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Mick "Did Harry get another straight?" McNulty
Low Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 12:15 Endtime
I have to say that the most entertaining aspect of this night was a person who didn't even place in the points. John St. Denis, he of the perpetually honest bone (I know what you're thinking...don't go there) vacillated from potential victor to crushed loser, waiting for the worms to come. And that was just in one 10-minute time period.
John went all-in, Margaret called. John won the hand and Margaret handed John all of her chips, content in her role as early loser; she even went so far as to mark herself off the list and give John a kill. John began his rake, but then his PHB began to speak to him.
"Margaret, are you sure I'm over you?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
"I don't know...we should count to be certain."
"Ok, but I think you're over me."
"I know, but we should make sure that we're correct."
Margaret not only survived by the skin of her teeth ($400?), but nibbled away at John's stack for the next few hands. 10 minutes later, John calls Harry's all-in. I don't remember what John had, but it was something like KK vs a small pocket pair of 6s. Flop, runner, runner,..."Oh look John...I've got a straight!" remarks Harry, and so he did. Cue the histrionics, with John flagellating himself and anything close by while recounting every bad beat he'd ever laid on someone else, and how maybe he deserved this. Umm, John, you've never really exorcised that Catholic guilt, have you?
John came back from his nadir of $900 to finish 5th, but eventually succumbed to the inevitable...Margaret killing him.
The final four were Harry, Mick, Randall, and Randall's stepfather Stan, who played surprisingly well for someone who had never sat at a Hold 'Em table. (He might even have been the chip leader at this point.) But eventually, Harry put Stan out when he hit another straight, taking out Stan's weak off-suit Q-10 all-in call. (For what it's worth, Harry had Stan dominated at the call with A-Q).
Mick had quietly come back from being well down earlier, and all 3 had reasonably even stacks. Correction: Mick wasn't quiet about it, crowing and singing at every opportunity. Ahh...but who cares? It was only a matter of time before she would crush the other two like over-ripe grapes and claim another victory over the lesser beings known as Game Developers.
UNTIL....
You see this one coming: Mick all-in, has Harry dominated, is about to rake in the chips when....Harry hits....a straight on the river! Mick screams like John (who is still dealing), their eyes lock knowingly. The earth is rent asunder by the wailing...who invited Harry Jarvis? Who...invited...Harry...Jarvis? Teeth are gnashed, hair is pulled.
And Randall wins in heads-up, which merely adds to the frivolity. Maybe it was his reward for feral feline clean-up duty.
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