Let me start a 9-seater. I need to finish high in the next 3 games to fill out my First 20 points in the Astral Ursa Major.
Now don’t sign up right away, make me wait. Get sick of waiting after you register, and leave. Make it take even longer. Let’s say 10 minutes. Finally everyone’s ready.
Now shove. Everybody shove. Oprah is telling you to look under your chair. Got two cards? Shove!
I’ll fold. I’ll fold playable hands. I’ll fold garbage that turns into a straight or a flush.
Now calm down, you survived the third orbit somehow. Not so big with the raises. I’ll catch QTs in late position, and decide to play, calling one opener who raises 4-5 BB. I’ll catch the Ten on the flop for top pair, and bet it, and won’t be surprised to get called. I’ll pick up a flush draw on the Turn, and bet again, and this time when you call I’ll know you’ve got a bigger pair than Tens in your pocket. I’ll throw away another bet on the river, missing the flush, because I’ve been itching to get into a hand, and now enough’s in that I need to win it and the only way is if you fold. You don’t fold, of course, I knew you wouldn’t, because you have AA. OK, I figured. I just wanted to see them.
Now I have less than 300 chips. I can’t play any hand that I can’t go all-in on, so I’m just looking for a pair to shove. K9s comes and it seems playable, but not a sure bet. I shove, table folds, except one player. They call, holding 34. They pair the 4, the board misses me completely, and I’m gone.