Evil but crazy fun home gambling game. (Red Dog) or (Yablon)???
This guys story explains how to play as well, fun little read
only thing he missed was you double the your bet when you hit the "post"
bewarned, this happened in my house tonight and my brothers friend lost some serious coin......its evil but soooooo much fun.
I edited some of it out, too long.
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Bet The Pot
we began a game that some have called High-Low or In-Between, where you bet on whether the next card will be between the two "up" cards. It's the crack of card games. There is no effort or logic or anything. It is all gut feel.
An example: The dealer flips up a queen and a three. The better bets on whether the next card will fall between these two cards. If the next card isn’t an Ace, King or two, he wins. Seems like a no-brainer, right?
Wrong, bitch.
See, that’s how they getcha.
Oh, did I also mention that if the next card is a queen or a three (matching either of your starting cards) that you have to pay double? Yeah, there’s that.
And I’ll tell ya, none of us could beat this evil deck. We play quarter, fitty-cent, dollar bets. We aren’t starting Caesar's South or anything. Just nice and friendly. But after a while, when everyone is betting a couple of bucks on an obvious win and losing, things mount.
So when it came to my friend Mike and he got that queen/three combo and shouted “BET THE POT!” (with some slight coaxing from the group) and then another queen showed up, things got…um…INSANE.
As he counted the chips in a pot that started with $3.50, his final tally came to around $35-$40.Which, with his matching contribution, meant that the pot was now $70-$80.
I know for some of you serious gamblers, this isn’t that much money. But you have an addiction and need to get into a program.
Dude, that’s a lot of money.
The cards went around a few more times and more and more people lost more and more money. The television in the corner went to static. A little blonde girl put her hands on it.
As the dealer shuffled the deck, I’m pretty sure I heard flipflipflipflipgetoutflipflipflipflip.
Around it went again. And stopped on me.
Jack/Three.
Go with your gut, dude.
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
Oh yeah.
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
I’m feeling it.
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
“Bet the pot, baby!!” I yelled.
“WHOOO-HOOO!!!” everyone cheered.
"Yeah! Gimme my money!"
Queen.
Um, what was that again?
Queen.
And a queen is not technically in the range between a jack and a three, is it?
Um, no.
Mother whore.
I was unable to count the chips myself, for my hands had gone numb. The blood in my body had all rushed to my earlobes.
“You want me to count this up or should we just call it an even hundred?” I was asked.
“No, count that shit up. I’ll pay what I owe.”
Grand total: $93.75.
I distinctly remember that it was $93.75 because I had to write it out on a little IOU slip of paper and toss it into the pot.
Which meant there was now $187.50 in the middle of the table.
I wasn’t a fan of Satan before, but this sealed it. He’s not coming to any more of my dinner parties.
And still, around it went.
Everyone was now openly fearing the deck.
Bets were small and hesitant, like my genitals.
Then.
Crystel won $10.
Oooo. Mark lost $10.
But Mike won $5.
And now to me.
Jack/Three.
I pause.
It’s all the opening the assembled mob needs.
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
Holy shit, that’s a lot of money.
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
Are my fingernails sweating?
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
What would Jesus do?
“BET THE POT! BET THE POT! BET THE POT!”
“Oh, I’m betting that fucking pot,” I say.
“WHOOO-HOOO!!!” everyone cheered.
Flip that card. FLIP IT!!
*****
So here’s the thing.
I’m not sure what the next card was.
But I do know that it was less than a jack and more than a three.
And I also know that I walked away with over $180.
Including my $93.75 IOU.
I’m sure there’s a moral in this story somewhere about charity or sleep depravation or living in the moment, but I think it’s mostly a story about Satan.
And how I kicked his ass.
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we've decided in the future were only playing once or twice a night inbetween other games because of its riskyness.
Last edited by Pett on Dec-28-2004 at 10:44
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