Post by thewobert on Aug 12, 2007 2:35:55 GMT -6
“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the World Poker Tour. We are live from the Mohegan Sun Casino in Nashville, Tennessee. We are down to the final table with just over six million dollars in prize money at state. We have two professionals, the movie star, and the professional wrester.” The older commentator announces.
“That’s right. Who would have thought Al Pacino and Buddy Johansson would be have made it this far. Mr. Johansson must be possessed tonight. He has been playing the odds and coming out on top.” The much younger commentator adds in.
“I think it’s that a Two for the Money DVD Buddy has with him.” The older commentator guesses.
The dealer deals out the next hand gracefully. He deals out cards to Phil Hellmuth, Doyle Brunson, Al Pacino, and Buddy Johansson. They all in their own way take a peek at their cards. As the betting goes around, the men either throw away their cards or place down their chips. The bet comes to Buddy who looks down at pocket twos. He thumbs his chips for a moment and sets out a stack. The dealer announces that Buddy has raised the bet. A couple of players snicker and throw their hands away. Helmuth calls Buddy’s raise, and the dealer scoops up the chips.
“We have head to head action right now. Phil has the pocket kings verses Buddy’s pocket twos.” The older commentator comments on the action.
“Buddy is pretty much shooting dead.” The younger commentator declares as the flop comes ace of spades, ace of hearts, and four of diamonds.
“Hellmuth has the high hand with aces and kings. Buddy needs to draw a two to win this hand.” The younger commentator announces.
“Let’s see how Hellmuth plays it…..” The older commentator whispers.
Hellmuth stares hard at Buddy. His eyes beam up and down Buddy’s colorful attire. With his hand cupping his mouth, Hellmuth throws out a small stack of chips. The dealer counts out two hundred thousand in chips. Buddy looks at the eight hundred plus in chips he has. Buddy, weaving back and forth in his seat as if he was dancing, looks down at the flop. Everybody is pretty much quiet, except for the clatter of chips bouncing off each other.
“Hellmuth comes out with a decent bet. I don’t think Buddy is going to play pocket twos for a fourth of his chips.” The older commentator comments from his table.
“Buddy will have to be crazy to stay in with his twos.” The younger commenter adds.
“What a boggle…… The odds you have an ace are 22.291392% and the odds I have an ace are 33.3231949% because I raised the pot before the flop. So you could believe I have an ace, but you could also say that there is a 44.32343% chance I don’t. There are 54.3343942% I have a pair of something, and there is a 52.43452% chance you have a pair. But we both know we have something. I do want to become the million dollar man because I have the million dollar plan……” Buddy says as he pushes all his chips into the pot.
“Buddy is insane!” The younger commentator barks into his headset.
“How could you go all in with a pair of twos?” The older commentator whispers.
“This is what’s going to happen if call: You are going to get your favorite drink, put one of those little umbrellas in it, sit back, and watch the money come in…….” Buddy smirks.
“There is Buddy again, quoting that movie again……..” The younger commentator declares.
“It’s going to be another six hundred thousand in chips if Hellmuth wants to knock out Buddy.” The older commentator whispers as Hellmuth looks down at his cards, and reluctantly throws them down.
“Hellmuth laid it down! What a bluff by Buddy!” The older commentator shouts.
“Dude, you had a 94.4334% chance of betting me….” Buddy declares and shows his twos.
“Son of a bitch!’ Phil Hellmuth angrily barks and stands up from the table.
Buddy gives the “Buddy Jesus” look to the crowd as the crowd starts a buddy chant. Hellmuth barks a few more curse words under his breath before sitting back at the table. A couple of the professional players chuckle a bit as Hellmuth fumes at the end of the table. Al Pacino almost falls back from laughing too hard. Even Buddy cracks a smile at the expense of Helmuth.
“Boy, I don’t think I have ever seen Hellmuth that enraged.” The older commentator declares.
“I would be if I got played like a fiddle like that…..” The younger commentator jokes.
“Boy, watching this movie really paid off…….” Buddy says with a smile.
“Why’d you watch one of my movies?” Al Pacino asks as he calls the bet.
“Well, this weekend at Legendaria, I take on the POW: Northeastern Heavyweight Champion John Anthony for the title. John Anthony is the fighting champion, crowd favorite, gambling, good guy all the fans love seeing with the belt. I’m hoping that I can get deep inside his head by watching the movie based on him. John Anthony is a hell of a fighter and smart to boot. It is going to be an honor to even stand in the ring with him.” Buddy states as he raises the bet.
“Those cards that good?” Al Pacino asks as he looks at his.
“He he he……… worth every penny.” Buddy chuckles back.
“This is dangerous territory we’re getting into. Everyone, and I mean everyone is gonna double down after the hole you put’em in.” Al Pacino smirks.
“I like my cards dude…..” Buddy says with a smile.
“You bet your mother’s house on them?” Pacino asks.
“I don’t like to bet real money. It’s all fun.” Buddy says with a smile.
“If you did?” Pacino ponders.
“I like the cards.” Buddy laughs.
“On your mother’s house or not?” Pacino asks.
“With my mother in it…..” Buddy declares.
“Oh really?” Pacino chuckles in return.
“What can I say? It’s the high life……..John Anthony is a hell of a role model……..” Buddy laughs and shows his pocket aces. “Gotta even the odds some way dude…..”
“That’s right. Who would have thought Al Pacino and Buddy Johansson would be have made it this far. Mr. Johansson must be possessed tonight. He has been playing the odds and coming out on top.” The much younger commentator adds in.
“I think it’s that a Two for the Money DVD Buddy has with him.” The older commentator guesses.
The dealer deals out the next hand gracefully. He deals out cards to Phil Hellmuth, Doyle Brunson, Al Pacino, and Buddy Johansson. They all in their own way take a peek at their cards. As the betting goes around, the men either throw away their cards or place down their chips. The bet comes to Buddy who looks down at pocket twos. He thumbs his chips for a moment and sets out a stack. The dealer announces that Buddy has raised the bet. A couple of players snicker and throw their hands away. Helmuth calls Buddy’s raise, and the dealer scoops up the chips.
“We have head to head action right now. Phil has the pocket kings verses Buddy’s pocket twos.” The older commentator comments on the action.
“Buddy is pretty much shooting dead.” The younger commentator declares as the flop comes ace of spades, ace of hearts, and four of diamonds.
“Hellmuth has the high hand with aces and kings. Buddy needs to draw a two to win this hand.” The younger commentator announces.
“Let’s see how Hellmuth plays it…..” The older commentator whispers.
Hellmuth stares hard at Buddy. His eyes beam up and down Buddy’s colorful attire. With his hand cupping his mouth, Hellmuth throws out a small stack of chips. The dealer counts out two hundred thousand in chips. Buddy looks at the eight hundred plus in chips he has. Buddy, weaving back and forth in his seat as if he was dancing, looks down at the flop. Everybody is pretty much quiet, except for the clatter of chips bouncing off each other.
“Hellmuth comes out with a decent bet. I don’t think Buddy is going to play pocket twos for a fourth of his chips.” The older commentator comments from his table.
“Buddy will have to be crazy to stay in with his twos.” The younger commenter adds.
“What a boggle…… The odds you have an ace are 22.291392% and the odds I have an ace are 33.3231949% because I raised the pot before the flop. So you could believe I have an ace, but you could also say that there is a 44.32343% chance I don’t. There are 54.3343942% I have a pair of something, and there is a 52.43452% chance you have a pair. But we both know we have something. I do want to become the million dollar man because I have the million dollar plan……” Buddy says as he pushes all his chips into the pot.
“Buddy is insane!” The younger commentator barks into his headset.
“How could you go all in with a pair of twos?” The older commentator whispers.
“This is what’s going to happen if call: You are going to get your favorite drink, put one of those little umbrellas in it, sit back, and watch the money come in…….” Buddy smirks.
“There is Buddy again, quoting that movie again……..” The younger commentator declares.
“It’s going to be another six hundred thousand in chips if Hellmuth wants to knock out Buddy.” The older commentator whispers as Hellmuth looks down at his cards, and reluctantly throws them down.
“Hellmuth laid it down! What a bluff by Buddy!” The older commentator shouts.
“Dude, you had a 94.4334% chance of betting me….” Buddy declares and shows his twos.
“Son of a bitch!’ Phil Hellmuth angrily barks and stands up from the table.
Buddy gives the “Buddy Jesus” look to the crowd as the crowd starts a buddy chant. Hellmuth barks a few more curse words under his breath before sitting back at the table. A couple of the professional players chuckle a bit as Hellmuth fumes at the end of the table. Al Pacino almost falls back from laughing too hard. Even Buddy cracks a smile at the expense of Helmuth.
“Boy, I don’t think I have ever seen Hellmuth that enraged.” The older commentator declares.
“I would be if I got played like a fiddle like that…..” The younger commentator jokes.
“Boy, watching this movie really paid off…….” Buddy says with a smile.
“Why’d you watch one of my movies?” Al Pacino asks as he calls the bet.
“Well, this weekend at Legendaria, I take on the POW: Northeastern Heavyweight Champion John Anthony for the title. John Anthony is the fighting champion, crowd favorite, gambling, good guy all the fans love seeing with the belt. I’m hoping that I can get deep inside his head by watching the movie based on him. John Anthony is a hell of a fighter and smart to boot. It is going to be an honor to even stand in the ring with him.” Buddy states as he raises the bet.
“Those cards that good?” Al Pacino asks as he looks at his.
“He he he……… worth every penny.” Buddy chuckles back.
“This is dangerous territory we’re getting into. Everyone, and I mean everyone is gonna double down after the hole you put’em in.” Al Pacino smirks.
“I like my cards dude…..” Buddy says with a smile.
“You bet your mother’s house on them?” Pacino asks.
“I don’t like to bet real money. It’s all fun.” Buddy says with a smile.
“If you did?” Pacino ponders.
“I like the cards.” Buddy laughs.
“On your mother’s house or not?” Pacino asks.
“With my mother in it…..” Buddy declares.
“Oh really?” Pacino chuckles in return.
“What can I say? It’s the high life……..John Anthony is a hell of a role model……..” Buddy laughs and shows his pocket aces. “Gotta even the odds some way dude…..”