Reload

I will be back in tournament action today and cash games later this week … I think.

Here is a story of how I outplayed a young gun in a cash game several weeks ago:

I am in seat 9. Seats 8 and 10 were open.

This young gun sits down in seat 10, presumably so he can raise me.

I am in the big blind with K-K. He raises under the gun with a hand like A-Q or A-J.

The flop comes K-Q-7 rainbow.

I check call my set all the way to the river.

His chips are gone, and I take it down.

The young gun reloads and moves to seat 8.

“You moved to check raise me now?” I ask him.

He grins.

He bets his first hand hard. I put him on nothing, but call with K-Q off.

The flop comes A-J-9 off.

He bets the flop hard, trying to represent an Ace.

“I can beat an Ace,” I say. And I call.

The turn is a deuce.

He bets hard again.

Once again, I tell him I can beat an Ace. And I call.

The river is another blank.

The young gun pauses. Then checks.

My gut says he has rags.

“I have the winning hand,” I tell him. “But, if you show me A-K or A-Q, I will fold.”

Nothing. So, I wait.

He turns over 8 high.

I turn over King high and take the pot down.

“I thought you could beat an Ace?” He asks.

“I could. The part I left out was I needed a 10 first.”

The young gun was just about felted. Again.

Instead of another seat change, he opted for a table change.