Bellagio: Called out by Texas Dolly himself, heads up battle ensues

[NUTZ IN YA MOUTH]

I’m playing some $2/5 NL at the Venetian, one of my favorite casinos. It had been a great day of poker. I won’t bore you with the specifics of the $2/5 game, because what ensued around 8:30PM was far more notable.

I’m in line for food with a friend from the table (we play together quite often), just talking poker. I notice a man in front of me garnished in a cowboy hat, his body tilted ever so slightly to the left as he leaned on a crutch. I craned my neck to get a better look at the man. It was, without a doubt, Doyle Brunson.

My friend and I just so happened to be talking about the Main Event, specifically back-to-back winners. My friend had remarked that it would never happen again due to the enormous field, that he knew for a fact Doyle and Chan had done it.

“Yeah, Doyle did it, but that was when, ’76 or ’77? I think the field in 77 was 13 players or so. And in ’76, I think it was just Doyle and T.J. Cloutier playing heads up for the title!” I said.

My friend started to laugh while I heard Doyle’s ears perk up.

“And another thing,” I continued, “How come every time this guy gets knocked out of a tournament, the whole place needs to stand up and cheer like Babe Ruth’s corpse just came to bat at Yankee Stadium. Hell, Chan’s won just as many, and Stu Ungar won more at a far younger age!”

Suddenly, Texas Dolly turned around.

“You got something to say to me, son?” he said matter-of-factly.
“I believe I just said it,” I shot back.
“Tell you what, hotshot, if you think you’re so good, why don’t we go to my VIP room and play mano-a-mano for 10 G’s,” he said.
“10 G’s? That’s pretty steep. How about 2,” I responded.
“2 G’s? You’re dreamin’ son. Come back and see me when you got a real roll, hotshot,” he said condescendingly.

Doyle turned to hobble away, but I knew this could be my only shot.

“You’re on, Dolly” I told him.
“Good. Follow me.”

He led me to a private room in the Venetian. Two large bodyguards opened a door to a large table. Howard Lederer was seated at the table playing $25NL on his laptop, whining about a bad beat or something.

“Bub, get me 10 large out the vault. This hotshot challenged me to a game. You’re dealin’ too,” he told Howard.

So we set up a game, Howard dealing. Doyle thought he was badass early, showing K high after I folded on the flop.

“We ain’t playin’ in the sandbox, son” he said to me.
“Bluffing with the best hand Doyle, nice.”

30 minutes later, Doyle whispered to one of his bodyguards, who got on a cell phone. Moments later, Jen Harman shows up.

“Aw, Doyle, not again” she said.
“Sorry, Jen.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I soiled myself,” Doyle told me. “Jen’s here to change my diaper.”

Jen laid Doyle out on a table where she started to change his diaper and wiped his ass.

“Maybe I should leave?” I asked Doyle.
“You ain’t going nowhere son, we’re playin’ some poker,” he said while Jen powdered his ass. “Have a seat.”

After about an hour of play, Doyle controlled 75-80% of the chips in play. I pick up 67 offsuit in the BB, Doyle completes and I check. Flop is 5 8 9. N-U-T-S. I check, Doyle follows suit. Turn is a king, putting two diamonds on the board. I again check, Doyle bets, and I call. River is a black 3, I’ve still got the stone nuts. I decide to check. Doyle immediately goes all in. Instead of instacalling, I decide to slowroll, asking Doyle what he’s got, if he wants a call, etc. because frankly, I felt he disrespected me earlier.

I finally call, Doyle cusses.

“Nice speech as you’re calling with the nuts,” Jen says condescendingly.

I sneered at her.

A while later I pick up 99 on the button. I raise, Doyle re-raises, and I move in. He thinks and calls with A10 off. Flop comes 562, turn Q, and the river was the ace of clubs, giving Doyle the hand and the win.

“Ship it!” he said with a smile, still laying on his stomach while Jen tended to his backside. “Taught you a lesson punk.”

“Yeah, taught me a lesson alright Doyle. Calling a third raise and an all in with ace/ten offsuit. That’s [censored] horrible.”

I picked up my [censored] and left. While I’m disappointed about the loss, I’m happy with how I played and deep in his heart, Doyle knows I was the real winner on this night.

[Jiggymike]

How do you have so much time to think of these friging stories?

EDIT: This one made me lol though

[AbreuTime]

67 is not the stone cold nuts after turn. Obviously a made-up hand.

[SomethingClever]

That's pretty funny. And decently written too.

[Pryme72]

haha, good story

[syndr0me]

lol, good story

[syndr0me]

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67 is not the stone cold nuts after turn. Obviously a made-up hand.

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LOL, this kills me, of all things, this is what u pick up on as 'made up' tell me im being leveled

[bmwguy525]

J-10

Mo
Ron

[Jiggymike]

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67 is not the stone cold nuts after turn. Obviously a made-up hand.

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LOL I like how OP went back and changed it to a K.

[AbreuTime]

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67 is not the stone cold nuts after turn. Obviously a made-up hand.

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LOL, this kills me, of all things, this is what u pick up on as 'made up' tell me im being leveled

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Obviously, if he was in the hand for realz, then he would have known that the Q completed the higher straight draw. And, Jen Harmon would have known the JT was the nuts. My friends call me Encyclopedia Brown for my detective skills.