I was invited to a shorthanded game last night at Jesse's place. This is the same Jesse that still owes money to some of the people from my homegame (Derek and Russ, if I recall correctly) from our Vegas trip in July.
Word to the wise - don't loan money to jobless people when in Vegas. Sorry, Mr Subliminal.
Tim busted out, Steve tripled up and took a nap, leaving a half hour of heads-up goodness.
Me, the OC's rock of Gibraltar, versus Jesse, who never met a hand he didn't like. When we started, I had $16, with blinds at 25/50 cents. When it ended a half hour later, and I had $42. I had a chance to stack him for a $16 pot, my ATo vs his 65o. He flopped a pair, I turned a better one, he rivered two pair.
Somewhere in the middle, as the frustration mounted for him, he asked "Do you even know how to play heads-up?"
"Nope." (another pot goes my way)
It's very nice to beat somebody soundly, heads-up, who doesn't respect your style of play.
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