[Nate.]

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not sure if this has anything to do with it. i used to play in charity games around town. there was this dude named, umm "carpenter." nice guy. tight (which is a super rarity) and a winner and all. not too many ppl beat the 7$ rake at 5-10 but whatever. hes everyones friend. hes a reg. im no ones friend. im hated. im the youngest one there for the last 2 yrs (this is preboom.) i keep my mouth shut but i feel the animosity.

anyway, its about midnight so its last hand of the night. its 5-10 btw. im just out of college. im the best player the place has ever seen. they dont know this. i never tell them. im just a nervous young guy that doesnt quite fit in. "carpenter" is a reg and everyones friend.

so its last hand. its 11way im in the bb. 8 pp call. i get aa. and raise, someone decides its to backraise and we see hte flop 8way for 5 bets when all is said and done. flop is raggedy and i bet. obv everyone calls. turn is another rag (but really nothing is really a rag at this point.) some ppl fold, "carpenter"* folds or calls. cant really keep track. its hard to describe the last hand of the night in these places. its only midnight. biggest pot of the night. dealer cant keep track and doesnt really care to. its like 5way. river is another seeming blank. a 7. i scan the table. i notice some commotion from the guy next to carpenter. not sure what to make of it. anyway, i bet and carpenter calls. some others call.

obv carpenter has riverd a set of 7s. he didnt raise, i think he had like the 2nd nuts here. weird

hmm. weird. it just felt weird. why was that guy whispering in c's ear? why was c very hesitant? oh well. as im driving my beat up 91 red cavalier home it comes to me. i was ripped off. wtf. i dont know how. but i know it. i knew it just from looking at carpenter. i remember his face and his hesitance. i remember his friends next to him. i remember them laughing. c didnt look comfortable tho. his friends seemed geniunely happy. i hate those ppl and always have and will.

500+ was a lot of money to me at the time. i was still drinking pbr at the time. oh well. only one way to get it back. got to play more. thats what jj and chris and murhpy used to tell me.

so i go back the next day to play. carpenter taps me on the shoulder and wants a word. he tells me what happened. he had intended to fold the turn. but, in the chaos of the hand the dealer had forgotten to much his cards. obv his friends were sweating him and compelled him to snag the pot when his gin card hit.

but he felt bad. he told me he had been in aa for a long time and he believed in honesty. he gave me the pot (tho after counting it im fairly sure it was short, likely the amount he put in, no biggie.)

the point is this guy had not reason to give me the money. i didnt even know for sure i was cheated. he did it bc it was right. and he could sleep better. and it was quite obv the money was important to me.

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Victor--

I enjoyed this story very much, and I'm glad I read it. Thanks for posting it. (Why isn't it getting more love?)

PokerBob--

I basically agree with you here. Which is a rare thing.

--Nate