He actually had a 4 outer (6 or 7 gave him a boat).
I've had a couple true one outers take away pots from me. The one I remember the clearest was from about a year and a half ago in one of my last sessions at DJs.
Playing with the ususal early crowd which consisted mostly of old farts trying to spend a few hours away from home. A couple were reasonably good (mostly lucky) but there was this one older than dirt regular that we called grandpa. He was the original calling station. He'd call down any amount of bets on any pair and but if he bet, you better have the nuts to call him. Classic calling station guy.
I had raised preflop with QQ and hit a Q high flop on a board that was someting like Q82r. I opened and got a couple of calls including grandpa. The turn was an 8. Grandpa fired a bet. OK he has an 8 in his hand. I just called hoping to keep the others behind me in. They folded, so I figured I missed a bet (grandpa would have called the riase). The river is the unbeliveable case 8. I didn't have to call to know he had an 8, but I did just in case he forgot what cards he had been betting. He flipped up 87o for the rivered, runner-runner quads.
I've had a few one-outer beats since then, but that one is the one that sticks in my mind. Not a huge chunk of coin (in a 3/6 game), but it was still an very improbable beat.
I've had a couple true one outers take away pots from me. The one I remember the clearest was from about a year and a half ago in one of my last sessions at DJs.
Playing with the ususal early crowd which consisted mostly of old farts trying to spend a few hours away from home. A couple were reasonably good (mostly lucky) but there was this one older than dirt regular that we called grandpa. He was the original calling station. He'd call down any amount of bets on any pair and but if he bet, you better have the nuts to call him. Classic calling station guy.
I had raised preflop with QQ and hit a Q high flop on a board that was someting like Q82r. I opened and got a couple of calls including grandpa. The turn was an 8. Grandpa fired a bet. OK he has an 8 in his hand. I just called hoping to keep the others behind me in. They folded, so I figured I missed a bet (grandpa would have called the riase). The river is the unbeliveable case 8. I didn't have to call to know he had an 8, but I did just in case he forgot what cards he had been betting. He flipped up 87o for the rivered, runner-runner quads.
I've had a few one-outer beats since then, but that one is the one that sticks in my mind. Not a huge chunk of coin (in a 3/6 game), but it was still an very improbable beat.
