"@ I think I just figured out what a #plobcycllle is. Blog post coming. #muhahahaha" - me, earlier this evening on Twitter.
My stack shortly before the game broke after the plobcycle helped me to recover from $150/$300.
Flashback to WPBT in December. We had arrived on Thursday. We partied like rockstars. Sunday came and went. A bunch of us ended up, post-football, at the IP Geisha bar for our last hurrah before everyone went home. CK and I were standing around, drinking our drinks, when she looks at me and asks if we should see if the Sunday night IP mixed game is running. I look across the pit. The poker room is only like 500 feet from us. We wander over with Dawn. Somehow, before you know it, there is NOT a mixed game, but a 1/2 NLHE game, featuring the drunken likes of me, CK, Dawn, F-train, Penner, and assorted others. There was also a whole Rich/Not Rich controversy and as it turns out I actually knew Not Rich, but I digress. Much hilarity ensued at this game, and if you were not there, you totally missed out.
At one point, some blogger donkey made a wheel. In 1/2 NLHE. I immediately flashed back to four years ago at the Trop. There was a crazy Asian woman who would say "biiiiiiiiiiicyclllllllle!" in a super annoying voice every time she made a wheel. I'm certain I said both "biiiiiiiiiicycllllllllllle!" and told the story to the other bloggers. For some reason this seemed very funny at the time. I'm guessing because we were all pretty drunk.
Though WPBT ended shortly thereafter, periodically, CK and I would tweet "#biiiiicyclllllle" to each other, primarily when one of us tweeted about playing O8. I started abusing the hashtag, and one day when I was playing PLO, someone tweeted #biiiiicycllllllle in an attempt to wish me good PLO luck. A discussion of how a bicycle was clearly a terrible PLO hand ensued. CK tweeted "#plobcyclllllle!" (which, in my mind, is pronounced Plob-cycle, not PLO bicycle). And thus another hashtag meme was born. However, none of us could quite figure out what a plobcycle WAS. Broadway? No...who wants to flop a straight in Omaha? We never pinned it down.
Tonight I discovered what a plobcycle was. If this is NOT a plobcycle, I don't know what is.
The Borgata Poker Room. Table 19. 1/2 PLO, full ring, lots of donkeys. Shortly before midnight on a Tuesday.
Your hero is in the 1 seat. Two to her left is a super lagtard PLO player. He will always bet your hand for you. Sadly, your hero has been running badly and is down to $150/$300. Her game plan for getting even? Repot the lagtard the next time she has a quality hand.
Oh, look at this! Hero has looked down to see AdTdAcQc. She is UTG. Purrrrrrrfect. Hero innocently throws two chips in the pot. Two seat also limps. Three seat pots as expected. $12. What's this? Several calls of the $12? Even better. I make it $60 to go. Somewhat shockingly, 2, 3, 4, 8, and 10 seat all flat the $60. I pray to hit the flop hard because I'm jamming my remaining $90 no matter what it is. Flop: A25. Rainbow. I jam, praying no one has 34, for a #biiiiicyclllllle. 2 seat folds. 3 seat folds. 4 seat...pots? NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I happen to know the 4 seat and he is not potting here to do me a solid and offer me protection. He is potting because he has 34. He flopped a motherfucking #biiiiicycllllllllle.
Everyone folds. He does not table his hand, but I know I need the board to pair. The whole table is well aware I have flopped top set, though I have not tabled my hand either. My opponent knows he needs to dodge the board pairing. I'm thinking "ONE TIME!!!!!" when the turn comes off a Kd. "PAIR THE BOARD, DEALER, COME ON!!!!" The river looks to be a safe Js.
The 4 seat sighs relief and tables 2345, right as I say, "I have broadway." The entire table is shocked. "You don't have top set?," the 6 seat asks, clearly confused. I table AAQT double-suited. The four seat curses under his breath. "Nice hand, Katie." I get pushed a very large pot. Good return on investment for $150.
My first thought is: "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a plobcycle."
"If
--Abraham LincolnI were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me,
this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very
best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so
until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against
me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels
swearing I was right would make no difference."