The Final Table

The pressure had been mounting all night. Play smart, play well, and above all, win. It wasn't the $5 buy-in that was at stake, it was pride. I threw my five bucks on the table, adjusted my Salty Dog hat, and assumed my game face.

I closed my eyes and saw the 1991 Chicago Bulls in their pre-game huddle.

"WHAT TIME IS IT???"

"GAME TIME!!"

Texas Hold 'Em may be a game of skills to some, but I think it is a game of luck, by and large. Yes, you do have to know what to do with the cards when you get them, when to bluff, when to hold and fold...but if you don't get the cards, you're just screwed. I was having a fairly consistent night out of the gate. Win some, lose some. To my left lurked Becky, "The Black Widow" ominously looking for the right moment to attack. Next to her was Billy "The Kid", guns drawn and ready for action. Across the table sat Dave, "Big D", arguably the most experienced and skilled of all the players. To my right was Scott, "Crankenstein"...a formidable opponent who wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.

The blinds started at 10/20, and the action was furious. It was when they reached 50/60 that things started to change. "The Kid" was feelin' loose all night, betting on a crap hand, betting on a great hand...eventually, he was stomped out by "Big D".

The first casualty of the night.

The chips had been fairly even until "The Kid" was put out, at which point "Crankenstein" began to run the table. His no non-sense approach (coupled with the fact that he had a lot of chips and could play any hand without much trouble) made him nearly un-beatable. "Big D" knew that, so he went all in.

"The Black Widow" followed her prey and matched "Big D's" bet, but when the cards flopped, "Big D's" hand was too much for her. A few hands later, "Big D" successfully put "The Black Widow" out.

It was down to three.

"Big D" and my chips were about even, but we knew we had a long way to go to catch "Crankenstein." The deal came, and I was staring at pocket ten's. "Crankenstein" folded, but "Big D" stayed. The flop came, and I hit trip 10's. I pushed all in. "Big D" called.

I stood up and flipped the 10's over. Once "Big D" saw I had him beat, he slammed his huge forearm on the table, and in a cloud of curse words, flung his cards at me. I had doubled up, and "Big D" was seriously short stacked.

"Crankenstein" sensing both "Big D's" frustration and his own discomfort with the chairs, tried to call for a three way pot split. $5 for "Big D", $10 for him and $10 for me.

He asked me one hand too late.

I felt like I could actually pull this off. I felt like the momentum had shifted my way. I declined his offer, and we played on. The next hand, I flopped a full house, and "Big D" was out.

The chips were nearly even going into the final two players. The blinds raised up to $1.00/$2.00 per hand. "Crankenstein" took a few hands, I took a few hands...the chips stayed about even. Something had to give.

The cards were dealt, and the flop came club, club, club. Having a club in my hand, I felt good about a flush. The next card came...club. I was looking at my chips, wondering how much to bet on my flush, when "Crankenstein," in obvious pain from the folding chair, pushed his chips in.

"That's it, I'm all in."

It didn't take me long to follow him in.

He turned over the 2 of clubs, and proclaimed he had a flush. It didn't matter, cause I did, too...and my club was the ACE.

"Crankenstein" took one look at the ACE, said "Thank God, it's over," and walked out of the room. I looked at the "Black Widow," told her to grab the money ($25 pot), and together, we got out of dodge...VICTORIOUS!!