Don’t Slowroll Me Bro

I am a level-headed player. Big wins don’t excite me and bad beats don’t anger me. I go full-on tilt when someone either does a hit-and-run or slowrolls me. Given a choice, I prefer the hit-and-run.

Last night, I am under the gun with A-Q off. I make it $10 to go and get 8 callers.

With $90 in the pot and a flop of Qc-6c-3d, I bet $90.

Three players fold, the next player goes all in for $143, and the table folded around to me.

I call and show.

The player says “You are good so far.”

Turn is another 6 and the river is a deuce.

The player, with cards still face down and the hand over, starts talking to the woman next to him. She apparently folded a 6 and had second-thoughts about folding middle pair on the flop.

And we wait, and wait, and wait for the conversation to end.

Then he shows A-A.

Squarely in my sights for the rest of the session, I make it my one and only goal to felt him in retaliation for the slowroll.

Next time, don’t slowroll me bro.

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