Binger Can't Pull the Trigger
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From the cutoff seat, Michael Binger made it 750 to go, and the button promptly reraised to 1,425. Two seats over, Max Lykov cold four-bet to 4,025, sending the action back to Binger. He asked Lykov how much he was playing, considered for a couple minutes, and reraised to 8,000 straight. That folded the button, but Lykov went ahead and six-bet shoved for 21,800 total.
That sent Binger spiraling into a long, mumbly soak in the think tank. We couldn't tell if he was talking to Lykov or not -- it sounded like he was more talking to himself, walking through the decision that was in front of him. He could have been reciting the Declaration of Independence for all we know, it was pretty much a full conversation he had with himself under his breath. Finally, he spoke up.
"He's gonna show me a deuce if I fold, I know it."
Binger did fold, though, after taking another minute or so to convince himself.
"Ace-high?" Lykov asked.
"I had an ace in my hand." Binger answered.
"What were your pot odds?" someone else at the table chimed in.
"Two point three to one," Binger snap-answered. "But I'm always dominated there, and sometimes I'm super dominated by aces. Unless he's doing that sometimes with an airball. Which I doubt."
Binger has just over 20,000 left in front of him, and he'll save those for a better spot.