My wife Amy is without a doubt the most competitive people I know, and she can't stand to lose. It's mostly all in fun, but there are sometimes when she should just learn how to walk away. Not my wife. This story goes back to a foolish bet she made with a buddy of mine named Todd. Todd could be described as the male version of Amy since he was so competitive also. He was even a sorer loser than her. I had all the guys over one night to play poker. We usually all got together at least once a month for a poker night.
There were six of us guys plus me on this particular occasion. Amy had been gone all day and showed up around an hour into us playing. The guys were all drinking and having a good time. Amy popped in and asked me how it was going. I told her that I won some and lost some. She made the comment that we were all lucky that she wasn't playing because she had a hot hand. Of course, that triggered my buddy Todd and his competitive ego.
"Pull up a chair Amy. I'd love to take your money." Todd said with an obnoxious laugh.
"You couldn't handle what I bring to the table." Amy retorted.
They continued to banter back and forth for a few minutes before I finally just told her to pull up a chair. It wasn't long into it that Amy was cleaning everyone out, including me. Some of the hands she was getting as lucky as anyone I've ever seen and there were a few that she was just plain balsy. As you could imagine, the trash talking grew more and more with each hand. Todd couldn't handle the fact that he was getting his butt whipped by this tiny woman.
After a few more hours of this, everyone was just about out of money except for Amy. The guys were all feeling a good buzz, and I was well on my way also. We were playing hold 'em and dealt out another hand. I was the small blind and looked at my 2 cards, and then I quickly folded them. Amy was sitting right next to me, and I could see that she was sitting on a pocket pair of kings. Roger threw in his cards and so did Mark. John threw in also and then Sean ante'd up to the big blind. Todd was sitting with a shit eating grin on his face, and he called also.
Out came the flop. King, deuce, three is what was showing now. Amy stays modest and bets twenty, then Sean quickly folds. Todd doesn't have many chips left at this point, so I was curious to see how he'd play this. He raised to forty and then started talking trash. I wasn't sure if this was a tactic to throw her off her game or what, but she played right back to it and re-raised to sixty. Todd called and we saw the turn. Ten of clubs, which didn't help Amy at all, but she was still sitting on a three of a kind with the cowboys. She looks over at his money and decides she's going to bet all he has and goes in for a hundred.
"Trying to clean me out on this hand i see." Todd says laughing.
"I'm just trying to get rid of a little dead weight at the table." she replied.
Todd calls and goes all in with what he has. Here comes the river. Deuce of spades pops up. Amy's feeling confident at this point because there doesn't appear to be anything out there that she should be worried about.
"Well, you don't have anything left to bet with, so I guess we should just lay 'em down and see."
"Not so fast there, missy. I'll bet you five-hundred bucks I win this hand." Todd said.
"You don't have five-hundred bucks to bet." Amy said laughing.
The trash talk quickly escalated between the two. Back and forth they went for what seemed like an eternity.
