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Dieses Video gehört auch in jeden Horst Koch-Thread (ab Minute 19):http://www.pokertoday.com/pages/alle_sendungen/pokertoday-vom-11.03.2009-
28mal AllIn gewesen und gewonnen.
True story bro ♠_love:
OMFG
Dann isch hald d MegaRun komma ♦
das ist so epic! ich lieg am boden...
auch geil wie seine rechte schulter zuckt, als wär er nen duracell hase...
er isch wohl ganz excited!
puh zum Glück hab ich das Video noch rechtzeitig gesehen !
Werde sofort alle meine bluffs aus meinen ranges eleminieren.
100% Value Poker
Danke Horst Koch !
Vielleicht kennst der eine oder andere noch .. war vor vielen Jahren mal ein renner auf 2+2 und LP , aber irgednwie erinnern mich die Horst Koch Turnierberichte an diese mega geile oldschool story .
Long but worth the read !
It was a hot and dry day in El Paso when I played that hand in 1849. I'm not sure why I decided to return to the saloon, and once more risk losing it all; maybe it was boredom, days on end of seeing nothing from my porch besides hot, dry sand and desert lizards reflected in the rising steam. God knows where that steam came from. There wasn't water for miles.
I burst through the doors of The Broken Spoke holding all that i had earned from my 3 long months working on the ranch of Dallas Bill, one hundred and two dollars. I looked down back to my usual table: the usual suspects were at it again: Switchblade Joe, Tumbleweed Tim, Vegas Black, and Double Dee. Me? They call me Six-Shooter Sam.
I took my seat. The name of the game was $100 NL, the highest stakes in town. I shouted at the bartender. "Hey Lady, bring me some goddamn whiskey." Luckily, she had it. I would have taken horse piss. Anything to rid myself of the grit on the back of my throat.
First hand I'm on the big blind, and I look down to find the king of hearts and the ten of spades. Folds all around to me, except for Vegas Black who makes it three to go. I eyed him over carefully. He was a smooth one, that Vegas Black; unpredictable, like a cross-breed between a rattlesnake and a scorpion: you never quite could tell which way he was slithering, but one sting from him and men were pushing up daisies. Vegas Black was known in Texas to raise pots with any old hand, he could be sitting on anything from 2 7 offsuit to a pair of bullets. I saw a drop of sweat roll down my forehead and hit the felt. Vegas gave me a sinister grin. "Call." He urged. "I dare ya."
I called his raise. The flop comes 10 clubs, 7 clubs, A spades. Vegas bets out strong, $6, clearly trying to bluff me out.
"It'll take a lot more than that to get me out of this pot, partner," I said to Vegas in a raspy voice, my throat raw from the sand and the whiskey. "$20 to go."
Vegas lit a cigarette and sucked the smoke through the gap where his left front tooth used to be before he lost it taming Memphis, the wild black stallion that townsfolk rumored Vegas found at the gates of hell after getting shot by Kentucky Jack on the longest day December. "$50."
"I call."
The turn comes up, the Ace of diamonds. Vegas checks. Now I'm in for it. My pair of tens is looking worse by the minute. I check behind.
The river comes, the ten of hearts. Vegas checks again, settting his trap, except this time I can fight back. "I'm all-in."
Vegas looks at me and gives another wicked grin. He stands up from the table, pulls his pistol out from his holster, and pointing it at his own head says to me, "I raise you your life."
A lot of things went through my mind at that moment. My wife, my children, my future goals of saving enough money to move out west to california and strike it rich, but for some reason, I knew Vegas Black wasn't holding an ace.
"Vegas," I said, with shaky hands, pulling out my six-shooter from its brown leather holster, "you're a dead man." I pointed my six-shooter at my own head with my right hand, and flipped over K10 with the other. Vegas flipped over 88 and shot himself dead, in the middle of The Broken Spoke, on that hot and dry 1849 day in El Paso, when I made the biggest gamble of my life.
True story
Original von bosscube
Ihro Gnaden HK geruhten am Sonntag mit 67 4,5K€ in einer Hand abzugreifen
(unter Schwitzen, Schmatzen und heftigem hin und her Rutschen auf dem Stuhle - dafür Abzüge in der B-Note).
Gestern abend versuchte HK 2/4 mit 250€ Stack im Raucherbereich zu busten.
Dieser abgefeimte Plan scheiterte leider ebenso wie mit 2k€ Stack die Fische im Nichtraucherbereich(gebustet und frustriert vom 55€ Donkament) auszunehmen. Nachdem 3 Spieler ihre Stacks auf 1k€++ getuned hatten und HKs Raises immer gecalled haben, fürstet sich selbger von hinnen oder Tannen.
HK hat ernsthaft nen 4,5k € Pot gezogen auf 5/10??
Handverlauf pls! 
Original von DerHansDerKanns
wie mich sein ständiges Schmatzen nervt
tut so weh in den Ohren 
Original von JollyRoger183
Original von DerHansDerKanns
wie mich sein ständiges Schmatzen nervttut so weh in den Ohren
desch isch da i wo de Protese an de Gaume klebbe dud !
Original von PplusAD
Vielleicht kennst der eine oder andere noch .. war vor vielen Jahren mal ein renner auf 2+2 und LP , aber irgednwie erinnern mich die Horst Koch Turnierberichte an diese mega geile oldschool story .
Long but worth the read !Spoiler
It was a hot and dry day in El Paso when I played that hand in 1849. I'm not sure why I decided to return to the saloon, and once more risk losing it all; maybe it was boredom, days on end of seeing nothing from my porch besides hot, dry sand and desert lizards reflected in the rising steam. God knows where that steam came from. There wasn't water for miles.
I burst through the doors of The Broken Spoke holding all that i had earned from my 3 long months working on the ranch of Dallas Bill, one hundred and two dollars. I looked down back to my usual table: the usual suspects were at it again: Switchblade Joe, Tumbleweed Tim, Vegas Black, and Double Dee. Me? They call me Six-Shooter Sam.
I took my seat. The name of the game was $100 NL, the highest stakes in town. I shouted at the bartender. "Hey Lady, bring me some goddamn whiskey." Luckily, she had it. I would have taken horse piss. Anything to rid myself of the grit on the back of my throat.
First hand I'm on the big blind, and I look down to find the king of hearts and the ten of spades. Folds all around to me, except for Vegas Black who makes it three to go. I eyed him over carefully. He was a smooth one, that Vegas Black; unpredictable, like a cross-breed between a rattlesnake and a scorpion: you never quite could tell which way he was slithering, but one sting from him and men were pushing up daisies. Vegas Black was known in Texas to raise pots with any old hand, he could be sitting on anything from 2 7 offsuit to a pair of bullets. I saw a drop of sweat roll down my forehead and hit the felt. Vegas gave me a sinister grin. "Call." He urged. "I dare ya."
I called his raise. The flop comes 10 clubs, 7 clubs, A spades. Vegas bets out strong, $6, clearly trying to bluff me out.
"It'll take a lot more than that to get me out of this pot, partner," I said to Vegas in a raspy voice, my throat raw from the sand and the whiskey. "$20 to go."
Vegas lit a cigarette and sucked the smoke through the gap where his left front tooth used to be before he lost it taming Memphis, the wild black stallion that townsfolk rumored Vegas found at the gates of hell after getting shot by Kentucky Jack on the longest day December. "$50."
"I call."
The turn comes up, the Ace of diamonds. Vegas checks. Now I'm in for it. My pair of tens is looking worse by the minute. I check behind.
The river comes, the ten of hearts. Vegas checks again, settting his trap, except this time I can fight back. "I'm all-in."
Vegas looks at me and gives another wicked grin. He stands up from the table, pulls his pistol out from his holster, and pointing it at his own head says to me, "I raise you your life."
A lot of things went through my mind at that moment. My wife, my children, my future goals of saving enough money to move out west to california and strike it rich, but for some reason, I knew Vegas Black wasn't holding an ace.
"Vegas," I said, with shaky hands, pulling out my six-shooter from its brown leather holster, "you're a dead man." I pointed my six-shooter at my own head with my right hand, and flipped over K10 with the other. Vegas flipped over 88 and shot himself dead, in the middle of The Broken Spoke, on that hot and dry 1849 day in El Paso, when I made the biggest gamble of my life.
True story
:heart: link plox
Original von JollyRoger183
Original von DerHansDerKanns
wie mich sein ständiges Schmatzen nervttut so weh in den Ohren
der hat doch ne leere tablettenpackung im mund, kein mensch kann so schmatzen
"Du Horst, das kann ja nicht sein, Du gewinnst ein Turnier und nirgendwo stehts auf der Homepage. Da werd ich mich auf jedenfall für dich einsetzen..." ♦:D:D
Original von phil1pp
"Du Horst, das kann ja nicht sein, Du gewinnst ein Turnier und nirgendwo stehts auf der Homepage. Da werd ich mich auf jedenfall für dich einsetzen..." ♦:D:D
hat sich dabei bestimmt vor Lachen in die Hose gepisst.
der schaukelt vllt seine eier für den horsti, mehr macht er sicher aber auch net ^^
Original von mxTimo
Gewinne einzufahren sind einfach...wie beim Lotto :-)
Mit wenig Aufwand viel GewinnenWas ein Typ ey...
laut HendonMoB sinds 70 k die er gewonnen hat......in 18 Jahren...lol :-)
Weil onlinepoker ja auch schon seit 18 jahren existiert..
Original von Dortmunder09
Original von mxTimo
Gewinne einzufahren sind einfach...wie beim Lotto
Mit wenig Aufwand viel GewinnenWas ein Typ ey...
laut HendonMoB sinds 70 k die er gewonnen hat......in 18 Jahren...lol
Weil onlinepoker ja auch schon seit 18 jahren existiert..
The first equipped online casino was developed in 1994 by a main online casino software provider called Microgaming.
Ich kann überhaupt nich nachvollziehen warum sich hier alle über den Herr Koch aufregen... es ist doch sowas von egal ob er ein guter oder ein schlechter Spieler ist! Es ist doch viel wichtiger das er Werbung macht, wodurch dementsprechend auch wieder mehr Fische an die Tische kommen.
Boah, wie konnte ich diesen Thread nur so lange übersehen?!
MOOOOAR COntent please!
Original von arod22222
Original von HorstKoch
Sehe ich auch so.
Caught teh homo.
Spoiler
Original von HorstKoch
Sehe ich auch so.
Horst, wie laufts im SI Zentrum?
Gibst du dir eigentlich ne große Edge wenn du an den "Highstakes" Tischen
2/4 oder 5/10 regelmäßig anzufinden bist?