The hand kicked off with a neat little pre-flop raise to $15—just enough to wake everybody up.
River Rat: A♣7♣ (already dreaming of rivers)
Wallboard: K♣Q♣ (thinking the poker gods owed him)
Mikey: Q♦8♦ (diamonds are shiny, that’s reason enough)
KGB: T♣6♣ (Moscow must’ve approved this call)
Flop: 9♣ 10♦ J♣
Mikey, flopping a straight, tossed $25 out there.
KGB snap-called like it was his patriotic duty.
Wallboard saw fireworks and raised to $125.
Then came River Rat—all-in for $380.
Mikey folded his straight (still waiting for the autopsy on that decision).
KGB tanked, then shoved his smaller stack.
Wallboard snap-called, thumping his chest: “I have the nuts right now!”
River Rat just grinned and said, “I’m due for a flush.”
KGB mumbled, “Why am I here?”
Turn: brick.
River: 3♣.
And just like that, the Rat dragged the whole pile.
Wallboard’s “nuts” turned into trail mix. Mikey was left muttering about diamonds. KGB… still regretting life choices.
At Yo’s Poker Palace, the story is always the same: if your name is River Rat, the river’s already reserved in your name.
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And that, friends, is how the Rat cleaned out the table. Tune in next week—same cards, different heartbreaks.
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