The Setting: A $10,000 No-Limit buy-in game in the heart of New York. The Players: Mike F.: A high stakes gambler who does just that - he gambles. A loose over-aggressive player with no regard for his or your cards. Mike T.: An absolute rock, if he\'s in he got Aces or Kings. Messel: Mike F., but to the extreme. He is a multi-millionaire - he\'s a retired businessman (started an online company and sold it for 325 million). This guy is an absolute maniac. Pushed all in preflop under the gun with 95 offsuit. Doesn\'t care about his money and is a jerk. We have been in a vicious fight all evening, ever since I rivered a spade in a 2,000 pot. Tom: Arguably best player of the bunch. Smartest and tight aggressive. He knows his odds. Me: This is my first game with the group. I\'m not rich, don\'t get me wrong. My day job is a 70,000 a year and this is way outside my range. I was a little drunk that night and I sat in at the club. The Stacks: Me (Marty): 16,000 Messel: 22,000 Tom: 7,000 Mike T.: 14,000 (still on fire after his Aces beating Mike F\'s Kings, but hasn\'t played a hand since) Mike F.: 11,000 (is on his 3rd rebuy) The Blinds: 100-200... no ante The Hand I am under the gun and pick up AsQs. I open for 500. Messel smooth calls and Tom raises it to 1,000. Mike T (the rock) folds, and Mike F calls. I decide to call and Messel calls. The flop comes [Js-3s-Ks] Couldn\'t rig a better flop!! Mike F opens for 1,000. That means that he is bluffing. I come over-the-top for 3,000 more. Tom folds. To spice things up, Messel pushes all in!! Mike F quickly folds and I call like a lightning bolt. Then I just remember - If I lose this pot, I will have some trouble paying my expenses. But nah... that\'s not and issue. Messel jumps up, practically dancing and turns his flush over. \"Take that ****-head! He exclaims.\" I just smile. He had the 4s7s. Finally I can get out of my cheap 1982 Ford piece of crap! New car, hear I come! The turn is the 6s -- Ahh what the hell, the more spades the merrier! Then I hear Messel utter the whispered words \"I feel the five jack***\" I wish I could say the river was a 10 of clubs, and that I drove away in my new BMW. But that would be a lie. That fateful 5s fell on the river and it didn\'t click right away. I still had that smile on my face. Messel jumps up off his seat and runs around for twenty minutes. What\'s funny is that his money meant nothing to him. To me, it meant everything. I get up, take my half-empty Corona, and walk away. As I exit, Messel yells, \"Hey ****\" and tosses me a single dollar bill. Thanks. That was the last poker game I will ever play in. All you need is the poker gods to frown on you once and you might end up like this. If u feel bad for me u could transfer me some money on pstars: Wegotwood lol