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I was playing in a home game over the weekend, and had a slightly different situation. Between hands, I got up to grab everybody drink, yes I'm a good hoast for a home game, get you good and drunk, (smile) but they dealt out the cards as I was handing out drinks, no big deal, except my neighor at the table decided since he was having his ass kicked and kicked again, to maybe have a peak at my cards.
Well, I didn't say anything pretended not to notice and saw that I had a suited 8 9. I was sb, so what the heck right? An unraised pot, may as well see the flop for a nickle. Landed a strait on the flop, but by this time, my drunk friend didn't remember what I had and made a large bet. He was small stack so I reraised him all in and he calls. After dealing out turn and river, and me clearly having him beat he blerts out for the room to hear, "Even when I look at your cards and know what you have you still beat me!" I proceded to give him a long lecture about cheeting and move him accross the table.
Anyway, nothing to do with whats on topic, but funny story I thought. In principle I shouldn't have him back to my home games, but since his money tends to constistently head my way at the table, I think I might.
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