Nobody Calls Earl a Chicken

[ZeeJustin]

World Series Event #21 - $1,500 No Limit Shootout. Lots of people refer to this as the event that Daniel Negreanu and Erick Lindgren both final tabled, but the REAL story of the event happened on day 1 at a starting table.

They were down to three players, only one of which would advance to the second table. The blinds were 100/200, and no player had less than 9,000 or more than 11,000 chips. In other words, they were all dead even with around 50 big blinds to work with.

A gray haired older main (at least 60) was on the button. No messing around for him; none of that raise to 600 [censored].

“All-in” he announced, as he confidently pushed his stack forward.

The small blind folded. The big blind was a young innocent faced southern kid that couldn’t have been over 23 years old.

With his deep southern accent he said, “Gee, I really like this hand. I don’t know if I can fold it.”

The old dude on the button stood up. “Baaawk! Bok-Bok-Bok Baaawk!” He was bawking like a chicken, with the chicken wing arms flapping and everything.

The young kid stood up in anger. “Nobdy calls Earl a chicken!” He picked his cards up and windmill slammed them face up on the table: Ace Seven. “I call!” The old guy flipped over jacks.

The ragged flop looked good for the old man, but the seven on the turn, and the seven on the river gave young Earl the best hand.

The old man was found retelling the story later in his cash game. He talked about his critical mistake and felt really bad about it because he would have still had a ton of chips if he hadn’t started bawking at Earl. I don’t think it ever once crossed his mind that he actually wanted the call from A7.