So I had been sitting across 2 tables for about 4 hours now. I started at one earlier and didn't make many hands, the ones that got made got so little action that I barely got my blinds back from the 2 hours I was there. I decided to move to another table, where the action was much looser, and players were changing at least 1 every 15 minutes. It was about 2 hours into playing that I started going on a little rush, aces, jacks, everything I saw hit. Thats when it came, black aces. I raised $15 only to be answered with a double to $30 from UTG raise. A little surprised, I called the raise, stupidly assuming that my villain had made a big hand as well. All other players duck the check/call raise and it's heads up to the flop. 3c 6s 9s. Min bet of $5 comes to me as I fire a $30 raise back. Without a moments hesitation, my villain raises all in, a whopping re-raise of $150.
Now I had only 2 things going through my mind. Thats almost certainly a buyout attempt, or he's got kings or aces. I hesitate, then make the call. I don't show right away as he proudly turns over 3-6. I was dumbstuck. I was so dumbstruck that I almost didn't notice the next 2 spades run turn and river. I eyeball the board, 4 spades to a flush. My mind was a blur : Weren't both my aces black? I let out a little laugh as I turn over my nut flush, terribly breaking the heart of my dangerously unpredictable opponent. I raked in my pot and tip the dealer. The man goes on a mad tirade that would make even Helmuth blush. I just smiled and continued to stack my chips.
There is justice in poker after all.
