The Deeper She Goes; The Louder She Gets
Deborah Worley-Roberts' table was the latest to break and she let out a cry of anguish.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," she said, almost Shakespeare-esque. The Romeo to her Juliet? Gaetano Brignone.
"I didn't bust out Pussy Cat!" said Worley-Roberts, referring to Brignone.
Someone uttered the almost compulsory 'See you at the Final Table' and Worley-Roberts lept upon it.
"You had better concentrate and play better! I'll see you there!"
Arriving at her new table Worley-Roberts greeted her new table mates but got zero response so she promptly called them, “Miserable fuckers.”
Virgilio Dicicco opened for 12,000 and it folded to Worley-Roberts in the big blind who called.
The flop was and Worley-Roberts check-called a 25,000 bet from Dicicco.
The turn was the and a check saw a shove from Dicicco.
“You are an angry man aren’t you?” Worley-Roberts.
“Call, call,” Dicicco responded as Worley-Roberts began to decide on what to do and asked for the pot to be spread and a count of his stack.
“Two to one,” she pondered, “Ninety six more? I don’t believe you my friend. My gut has been pretty goddamned good this year honey. I must be insane.”
Worley-Roberts called and Dicicco turned over to the of Worley-Roberts.
The on the river completed the board and the full house for Dicicco.
Not the start at the new tables she was looking for and Worley-Roberts berated herself for making such a read straight after joining a brand new table.
Player | Chips | Progress |
---|---|---|
Virgilio Dicicco |
280,000
198,000
|
198,000 |
Deborah Worley-Roberts |
190,000
-130,000
|
-130,000 |
|