Dino's is mine, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!

So yesterday I pick up Harry to head to our weekly card game over at Dino's. Harry is greatly amused when I tell him about the drunken married bitch that propositioned me to go back to her room while her husband "loses his ass" at the poker tables. We get our standard sliders, and John the bartender makes the crack that I'll probably win this week, since my gift certificate is running out.

I sit down with Gary, Dick, Mike, and some guy who's dating the cute girl in the game (can't remember his name - decent enough fellow, however)...ah, picking up blinds and stealing pots might work, but big pots won't happen. Ran my 1800 chips up to 3800 after knocking out the younger guy who's name I can't remember, then our table broke up.

First hand at new table, I bust out both Soulpatch Guy's brother and Wine-Drinker Ron, and we're already down to 3. New player comes in - I take a couple of small pots, then I cripple Cheryl when she bet out 2/3 of her stack on the river, and quickly called with a measely pocket pair of 3's - on a board of J-7-7-9-4...she loves to bet and play the draws, and it was an easy call. She busted out a couple of hands later to my A-2, much to Scott's admiration.

Final table time - 2nd hand in I bust Gary with the monsterous 3-4 soooooted after I hit a wheel on the flop. Scott is pissed to laydown J-J, and can't get over the 3-4 call...but with 3500 in the pot, and only 800 to call his little UTG min-raise of 800, not sure why he thought I should have folded. Dick is next to bust out when my A-6 holds up against his A-4.

Stevo goes out next when Scott runs A-A over him - Moshman didn't quite work that time, unfortunately. Scott cripples Vic when his 5-5 beats his A-J, then I take Vic out with A-K over A-4 the next hand.

I get Nicole out a few hands later (down to 6 now) when my A-9 pwns the J-10. Fred takes care of PJ and Ronnie in a matter of couple of hands, and we have a ballgame here. Fred and Scott get in their inevitable tangle, and Scott takes Fred out to get to HU with me up 3-1.

Ridiculous sequence of hands when we get to HU, and it doesn't last long. 2nd hand in I get 8-8. SPFR to 3000 (blinds at max of 500/1000 now), Scott calls - I hit set of 8's on flop, check to Scott, who immediately puts me all-in with his top pair-weak kicker. Easy call here, now I have chip-lead once his hand doesn't suck out.

2 hands later, look down and see 8-8 again. Internally, I chuckle before making my SPFR to 3000, Scott calls. Flop is 8-9-5 (2 clubs), this time I bet out 2/3 pot, he pushes all-in, I tell him he ain't gonna believe what I have again, and flip over my 8-8 for another set! Scott has K-9 clubs, so I'm not out of the woods yet. A 5 on turn gets me boat, I manage dodge the one out to make a straight flush, and I win for the 2nd time this season.

We goin' to Sizzzzzzler!