Old Man Winter

Yesterday I mentioned a guy named Old Man Winter.

Here's his quick background:

I went on Monday night and played and this was my intro to Old Man Winter. Another player at the table was asking him how he did on Saturday night. Old Man Winter was very proud to say that he won $2100, which he would mention several more times throughout the night. He's a very clean-cut white guy with all white hair. He's about 6'4" and walks with a cane. Extremely quiet guy and as I found out on Monday night he is a VERY loose calling station. On Monday night he somehow managed to walk away with about $1500. One guy made a terrible bluff into Old Man Winter and he obviously called, taking down a huge pot.

Tuesday night when I met up with my boy Freddy, we both realized pretty quickly that Old Man Winter is a horrible player. He pays people off, chases, overbets the pot, etc. Unfortunately, neither of us could get in any big hands with him that night and again he somehow managed to walk away with about $1500. The funny thing that night was actually that Old Man Winter was attempting to drink at the same pace that the drunk coke head was drinking and to be honest I don't think it was very safe for Old Man Winter. I had paramedics on standby though. Just kidding.

Last night I go to HP and I see that Old Man Winter is playing yet again. No open seats on his table so I get a different table with a different donk, who I cracked, then he cracked me, then I cracked him, then he cracked me and left. Great. After he left, my table tightened up and I switched tables to Old Man Winter's table down $300 on the night.

We battled early and often. First I bled my chips down to $100 (from $200) and then I tripled up with A-10. This is when I got the old man.

Hand #1 vs. Old Man Winter
I have AQ in middle position.
I raise to $25 and get one caller, Old Man Winter on the button.
Flop comes A33 rainbow.
I check.
Old Man Winter (in typical fashion) bets a strong $55.
I call.
Turn is a second heart rag. I check.
Old Man Winter goes all-in. WTF?
Does he have the three? No way.
I call.
Turn is the 3 of hearts.
At this point I'm pissed because now we chop if he has a weak ace (which is what I put him on).
He slams over 8-5 of hearts like he has the winning hand and I show the AQ for full house.
Again, WTF.

Hand #2 vs. Old Man Winter
I have 8-9 offsuit on the button.
Everyone is folding and I'm getting ready to fold to let the blinds chop it when the guy before me decides to call.
I call, knowing that Old Man Winter is in the big blind.
We see a flop.
8-8-6. Two clubs, one heart.
Yummy.
Check, check, guy before me bets $15.
I call.
Old Man Winter calls.
Turn is a 10 of hearts.
Check, guy before me goes all-in for $35.
I raise to $75.
Old Man Winter calls in a flash. Hmm...
Turn is the nine of spades.
Bingo! Please pay the man in seat seven, no checks accepted.
The K-Mart Blue Light is going off in my head and before I am done mentally masturbating to the river, Old Man Winter pushes all-in for $500+ chips.
I think I called before he was even done saying "all-in".
He slams K-7 of hearts (missed flush, made bottom straight) on the table like he has the winner.
I'm sorry sir, I think I may have stumbled onto a full blown row boat.
Paws de pot.

Hand #3 vs. Old Man Winter
I'm on the button. I call with 10-9 suited.
Everyone calls/limps.
Flop: J-9-x.
Everyone checks, I check.
Turn: 6 (two clubs on board).
Everyone checks, I bet $20.
Three callers
River is a jack of hearts.
Everyone checks and I say I must be good.
Old Man Winter throws over 9-7, again thinking that he has the winner.
Then I show 9-10 with the 10 kicker playing and he gets pissed, muttering "He's beat me everytime."

Hand #4 vs. Old Man Winter
I have kings in the small blind.
At this point I know that Old Man Winter will never fold to me until he beats me.
Everyone limps.
I raise to $50.
Old Man Winter is the only caller.
Flop is all rags, 3-5-8 or something.
I bet $50 trying to look weak.
Old Man Winter goes all-in for $200 more.
"Call."
Board rags out and Old Man Winter shows pocket tens, thinking it's the winner.
I show kings and he is on fiyah!
MAN ON FIRE, CALL 911!!
At this point, a guy I'm kind of friends with that is sitting directly across from Old Man Winter, yells in his face: "He gotcha again! GOTCHA, GOTCHA, GOTCHA!!!"

I felt bad but I couldn't help laughing because the outburst came from nowhere and it sent Old Man Winter to the bathroom. The guy that yelled out said that he forgot to take his meds and that's why he had the outburst.

If I see Old Man Winter again I'm gonna have to take a picture because I now have a man-crush on him and he's a vintage throwback, although a horrible player.