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Orgazmo · 10-25-2003, 03:07 AM

I'll give it to you, Bastard, you gave Orgazmo a situation that required much more thought than most of those that have come before. In the end, Orgazmo realized that he was thinking about things from the wrong perspective. Orgazmo was running odds through his head, realizing that he was about an 81.3% favorite (at worst), and an 82.6% favorite (at best) to win the hand (statistcs depends on suits of the cards for flush draws). Orgazmo even went as far as to contemplate putting 4x of the value of Mr. Brunson's chips of his own money up on the side, offering it to Doyle in the case that he won...so that he'd have pot odds smiling upon him. No no, this was not the right way to approach the situation.

Orgazmo would like to present to you the right way to approach the situation. The only knowledge of poker that one must possess to understand this is simply that the poker tournament will be finished once one of us loses all of our chips. Because we're so close in chips, once one of us calls "all-in," the tournament will basically be over. If I win, I'll have all of the chips (because I have more to start with). If he wins, I'll haven't enough chips to really work with, the blinds will take care of the remainder of my stack. This in mind, Orgazmo goes to work.

Being the all-knowing being that he is, Orgazmo anticipated such a situation. Wanting to always be prepared, Orgazmo has payed off an outsider to act as an informant. Now things get beautiful.

The cards are dealt and the pocket rockets are seen. Orgazmo contemplates and, boldly (and, as stated in Bastard's message, knowing that Brunson hold's poker's worst hand) puts Brunson all-in. Because he's funny, Brunson would not immediately fold...it's simply not his style. At the very least, he'd think about the call to make me sweat it out (he would be assuming that I'm not holding the absolute rocks...which, of course, I am). Anyway, while he's thinking, I'll put my pre-arranged plan into action.

With a few strokes on my Centenniel cellular phone, my outsider (who, by the way, is a police officer that is stationed outside of the building) receives a vibration in his beeper, and, as planned, he rushes inside. He approaches the table and whispers the sad news into Mr. Brunson's ear. It seems as if Mr. Brunson's daughter has been involved in a head-on collision 3 states over. She's teetering on the brink of death. If he wants to see her before she goes, he's going to have to leave now. Suddenly, the WWOD has turned into a WWBD. I'll tell you what Brunson would do, he'd call all-in, he'd lose the hand, and he'd rush out of the casino...only to be informed later that the joke is on him.

[ October 25, 2003, 01:12 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]

10-25-2003, 03:07 AM	#92 (permalink)
Orgazmo COME ON YOU YANKS Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Indiana Posts: 15,733 Internets: 311447	I'll give it to you, Bastard, you gave Orgazmo a situation that required much more thought than most of those that have come before. In the end, Orgazmo realized that he was thinking about things from the wrong perspective. Orgazmo was running odds through his head, realizing that he was about an 81.3% favorite (at worst), and an 82.6% favorite (at best) to win the hand (statistcs depends on suits of the cards for flush draws). Orgazmo even went as far as to contemplate putting 4x of the value of Mr. Brunson's chips of his own money up on the side, offering it to Doyle in the case that he won...so that he'd have pot odds smiling upon him. No no, this was not the right way to approach the situation. Orgazmo would like to present to you the right way to approach the situation. The only knowledge of poker that one must possess to understand this is simply that the poker tournament will be finished once one of us loses all of our chips. Because we're so close in chips, once one of us calls "all-in," the tournament will basically be over. If I win, I'll have all of the chips (because I have more to start with). If he wins, I'll haven't enough chips to really work with, the blinds will take care of the remainder of my stack. This in mind, Orgazmo goes to work. Being the all-knowing being that he is, Orgazmo anticipated such a situation. Wanting to always be prepared, Orgazmo has payed off an outsider to act as an informant. Now things get beautiful. The cards are dealt and the pocket rockets are seen. Orgazmo contemplates and, boldly (and, as stated in Bastard's message, knowing that Brunson hold's poker's worst hand) puts Brunson all-in. Because he's funny, Brunson would not immediately fold...it's simply not his style. At the very least, he'd think about the call to make me sweat it out (he would be assuming that I'm not holding the absolute rocks...which, of course, I am). Anyway, while he's thinking, I'll put my pre-arranged plan into action. With a few strokes on my Centenniel cellular phone, my outsider (who, by the way, is a police officer that is stationed outside of the building) receives a vibration in his beeper, and, as planned, he rushes inside. He approaches the table and whispers the sad news into Mr. Brunson's ear. It seems as if Mr. Brunson's daughter has been involved in a head-on collision 3 states over. She's teetering on the brink of death. If he wants to see her before she goes, he's going to have to leave now. Suddenly, the WWOD has turned into a WWBD. I'll tell you what Brunson would do, he'd call all-in, he'd lose the hand, and he'd rush out of the casino...only to be informed later that the joke is on him. [ October 25, 2003, 01:12 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]