There are many things at the poker table that can put one on tilt.
Bad beats.
Hit and runs.
Hollywooding.
The thing that jacks me off the most is slowrolling.
I don’t even have to be in the hand to get tilty when someone slowrolls.
Last night, I saw the mother of all slowrolls.
The kid sitting next to me had been losing all night. Frustrated, he tosses the rest of his chips in on the river.
There was three hearts on board.
Someone across the table called.
The kid turns his cards over and says “ace high.”
I say, “No good. He has a flush. Guaranteed.”
The other player sits there for about 10 seconds, which seems like a lifetime in a live cash game.
He then gets this expression on his face that looks like “wow, I got beat by ace high.” Ten more seconds go by.
This player then holds his cards up and shows the person next to him.
They chat about the hand for another 10 or 15 seconds.
Counting pauses, we are a good minute into post-hand play.
The player says, “Queen high.”
The kid thought he was good.
I sat there in disbelief that my read was wrong.
The kid then tells the dealer, “Ship it here!”
The other player then turns the cards over to show a queen high heart flush.
This was the mother of all slowrolls.
Fortunately, floor management was standing there waiting to do a fill. He saw the whole thing.
The player got a warning: slowroll someone again and you are gone.
After the emotions of the hand died down, floor management stopped by to chat.
The kid mentioned the slowroll. I told the kid to ask for a T-shirt as a consolation prize.
He says to floor management, “Hey, how about a T-shirt?”
Floor management says, “Sure!”
The kid then asks, “Do you guys even have T-shirts?”
Floor management respsonds with, “No.”
I start laughing and tell the kid he even got slowrolled on the T-shirt!
