Brady Can't Get a Word In
Matt Brady is starting to look a bit frustrated over there. Mr. Hug is not treating him well, and we've just picked up the two of them involved in another pot.
Mr. Hug limped in under the gun, and Brady followed suit next door. The two blinds came along as well, and it was four ways to a cheap flop. The dealer spread out , and the table checked to Brady. He put out a small bet of 1,400, folding the blinds but enticing Mr. Hug to come along with the call. On the turn, Mr. Hug led out into the pot with a bet of 5,000, and a look of sheer frustration immediately came across Brady's face. He spent another couple minutes in the tank before once again yielding to Mr. Hug and electing to save his ~13,000 chips for a more favorable spot. Like, one that doesn't involve the nemesis on his right.