Young Now Embryonic
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After sitting tight all night, Douglas Young raised and Jared O'Dell called from the big blind.
O'Dell checked the
flop, Young bet and O'Dell called.Again on the
turn, O'Dell checked, Young bet, leaving himself 18,000 behind, and O'Dell made the call.The river:
This time O'Dell bet out. The look on Young's face could make a hardened criminal cry. "You got a straight?" he asked. No answer, obviously. He squirmed for a while. Then: "This is sick! That is the worst board in the world. Unbelievable." He threw his hands up, entirely uncertain as to what to do, while the rail merely returned his exasperation with looks of mild sympathy.
To make matters worse, the level went up at just that time. "Blinds are up next hand," announced the impassive floor lady.
He sighed. "Well, you know if I call I've got two chips left, that's funny too," said Young, now giggling kind of maniacally. Then very quietly, he pushed the call across the felt.
O'Dell didn't have the straight. He flipped
for the flush.Young mucked. "I had aces," he said, unnecessarily.