I’ve seen some great ones. One of my all-time favorites was in a wild 5/T game with a button straddle. One whale opens to like $100, a maniac fish ships it for like $8,000, Hellmuth style. The chips end up in a pile.
First whale goes deep into the tank, and this man is not a thinker. He physically hunkers down, with a look of confusion and consternation. He asks for a count. He’s like $5K effective so we all promise him the guy has him covered, no count is necessary. We don’t want to be here all night while the dealer counts a pile of chips.
The guy who shipped it stands up and starts dancing and gyrating at him. The whale shows his neighbors his cards and shakes his head. Normally you’d think KK, but with this guy I’m thinking it’s like AQs or 88 or something.
The guy who shipped it then tables KK and says “You won’t call me!! You can’t!!”
Whale tables T2ss but keeps tanking. Regs are looking at each other like “WTF???”
A full minute passes and I call clock, “Sorry man, I rarely do this but since you can see his cards and you’ve had a minute since then… Clock.” He says no biggie, he appreciates it because he needs to decide.
The floor comes over, and try to imagine this from his perspective. He has no clue what has transpired and sees like $17 in the middle, $100 and $5,000 out in bets, KK and T2ss both tabled in front of the players.
“Uhh, run the board?”
The dealer is like no action is on Whaley McWhalerson over there, clock has been called. The floor blinks a few times and is like ok, whatever you have a minute and then your hand is dead.
We’re all like praying this guy just folds and gives his money to one of us. About 10 seconds in. “FUCK IT I CALL!”
He flops nada, is drawing dead on the turn, and the guy with KK is dancing and making donkey noises at him as he’s one to do. “Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Snort!”
Whale, in a sad tone, “Oh man, I thought for sure I could flush him out. Kings never hold against suited cards.”
I stifle a laugh, and put on my most soothing, compassionate voice. “Nothing you can do there, man, some hands just play themselves.”
The whale nods in sad agreement.