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My table was boring and passive with little action and I yo-yo'd up and down €100 each way for an hour or so. Then a maniac joined us from another feeder table and things soon livened up. I discovered the Rockets winking up at me in the Big Blind. A daring newbie in middle position made in €5 to play and there were about 3 callers including Mr Maniac on the button. Naturally enough, I then potted it and it folded all the way around to Maniac who was short stacked with about €100 behind him and he called.
The flop arrived J76 rainbow and I duly potted it which was enough to set him all in. He called with a flourish and triumphantly flipped J7. Offsuit. I think my jaw may well have hit the table - more in astonishment at the way he was now claiming he'd outplayed me (yes, really) - than at his actual holding. This silliness didn't last more than a few seconds as the natural order was restored with a six on the turn and I took it down.

Then the talking started as he fumbled out some bills to re-buy.

"That was a bad beat"

"????"

"That was a bad beat. I had you beaten there, Bad Fooken Beat that."

I just quietly said "that wasn't a bad beat" and looked at him levelly. Most of the table laughed at him and he eventually calmed down and proceeded to lose this next buy-in with impressive alacrity. He asked for his seat to kept open and announced that he was off downstairs for a beer, one of his mates joined him and we were down to to 7 temporarily.
I was under the gun with 77 with a French chap to my right. Now when it comes to the French, I'm with Bart Simpson....cheese-eating surrender monkeys the lot of 'em. Never liked them, never will! They may have given us wine, Monet and Proust but they also gave us snooty Parisians, Jacques Chirac and Johnny Halliday. Indulge me in my mild xenophobia here!
Anyway, this particular example of the breed seemed harmless enough, certainly not much of a poker player.

I limped in with my 77, my left-hand neighbour raised to €10 and then his solid enough neighbour re-raised to €26 and my froggy friend re-potted it! The first re-raise was enough for me and I chucked away the sevens, my left-hand neighbour dwelt and folded and Froggy ended up all-in pre-flop for a pot of about €350.
He flipped pocket Jacks and the solid player (Surprise, Surprise!) flipped Kings.

Froggy starts grousing under his breath and the flop doesn't improve his mood with two Aces and a rag. Turn is another Ace and he's positively furious. The river blanks out and the dealer (Kate) starts pushing the pot to the solid player with Froggy still moaning about his merde luck. I yell at her to stop and shout "Bad Beat Jackpot!" over to the poker desk. Nobody else at the table spotted it!! Da Management hot-foots it over and quickly establishes that I'm right.

I tell Froggy "I've just won you three grand" and his exact words are "what ze fuck are you talking about?" accompanied by a suitably Gallic (and garlic too to judge by the stink) sneer. I resist the urge to do unto him what Hitler's tank divisions did to the French army in 1940 and explain the situation. His feeble French brain doesn't quite grasp the story but eventually he starts to get it! 20% of the pool is kept to seed the next jackpot so Froggy ends up with €2400, the hand winner gets €1200 and each of the other 5 players in the hands gets €240.

The real hilarity ensues when Mr Maniac returns to the table and is filled in on what he missed out on. Cue whinging and moaning about his 'lost' €240. Once this subsides, I look him in the eye and say "now that's a bad beat!". He was uncharacteristically silent in response!!