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Heads-up with Doyle - A Dream Come True

What is the one common dream that most poker players share? I think it would be safe to say the answer is making the final table at the World Series of Poker's main event. Well, my dream came true. I found myself not only making the final table but wound up facing down, heads-up, none other than the Godfather of poker, Mr. Doyle "Texas Dolly" Brunson! That's right, the man himself and your humble contributor, for all the marbles and the bracelet! It was surreal and I actually had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Indeed, a dream come true.marked cards

We started heads-up with almost identical chip stacks and I knew I'd have my hands full with all the experience and savvy skills this titan of poker possessed. My strategy was simple. I was planning to use Mr. Brunson's world famous aggression against him by being patient, waiting for a big hand and then trapping him for all his chips. Sounds easy and straight forward, wouldn't you say? So, according to plan I sat there and "allowed" Doyle to steal pot after pot as I tossed into the muck a series of 7-2, 9-4, 5-3 and 6-2 junk hands. Finally my patience was rewarded as I looked down to see a beautiful pair of Queens. As I was admiring my ladies, Mr. Brunson fired out a raise. He had just a few more chips than I held and I didn't want to chase him away so I only made a modest re-raise. Without hesitation, Texas Dolly pushes all-in making me wonder if he was just trying to push me off my hand or if he had me square in his cross hairs with Aces or Kings.

Calling his bet would put me all-in but for some reason I sensed The Godfather was just trying to move me off my hand, and I cannot stand the thought of being bullied, so I made the call. Once I uttered the words, "I call", a sense of dread overcame me as I feared that my pocket ladies would be overmatched and dominated by Doyle's Aces or Kings. Since I was all-in, the tournament director instructed us to turn our cards over for all to see and, low and behold, my initial read was correct and all The Man had was the Ace-Jack of hearts. Now, always being the starry eyed optimist, I became absolutely convinced that my ladies would fall victim to a big, fat Ace on the flop. I know you've all experienced the dreadful Ace appearing to crush your proud pair of Kings, Queens or Jacks. The Poker Gods really seem to enjoy inflicting the pain associated with that seemingly standard occurrence. Did I mention the part about my being a starry eyed optimist? infrared contact lenses

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