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Live poker is soooo rigged. Hehe.
Wednesday, November 21, 2025
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Anonymous says
I gotta laugh at this. Freeman needs to understand that he's not always gonna get lucky.
Wednesday, November 21, 2025
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Anonymous says
man i luv this blog
Thursday, November 22, 2025
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this was so classic lol @ e-fights
Friday, November 23, 2025
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Anonymous says
Seriously, Scott Freeman is not nearly as good as he thinks (although he's very good).
Why is someone from Calli so stuck up anyhow? Usually they're very laid back. Maybe he's just immature, who knows.
Wednesday, December 05, 2025
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| He Said He Said, The Karam/SCTrojans WPT Story, (Ghost Written by Bond18) |
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For those wondering about the back story that lead up to this, here's the link: http://www.pocketfives.com/EF71C218-6816-4BC3-9C9F-3E34759E135F.aspx
Here's the article i posted on pocket5's spoofing it:
Authors Note: I’ve got nothing against either of these guys and hear nothing but good things. Still, the skewed angles of truth in this story are way too good to pass up spoofing, plus I have like three hours to kill before a flight, so what the hell. I present you ‘He Said He Said; The Karam/SCTrojans WPT story’, enjoy.
Karam: …After pulling a big semi-bluff against the table fish, an interesting hand comes up a well known internet player, Scott “SCTrojans” Freeman. Apparently the guy has played like three million tournaments this year. Anyway, he plays like the typical online player, extremely spewy aggressive, using a hammer to smash down the left mouse button over the raise icon. Every other hand the guy is raise/folding, and I’ve been biding my time waiting for a spot to put the kid to a decision for ALL HIS CHIPS. There’s nothing online players fear more than being put a decision for their tournament life.
When the hand comes up we’re down to 37 players, with 36 being a $15,000 pay jump. I can assure you that any online player who makes half a million a year cares an absolute ton about a $15,000 pay jump in a live tournament, that’s bragging rights after ll. The blinds are 3000/6000 and Scott looks to have a bit under 100,000. We’re 7 handed and Scott opens UTG to 16,000. It folds to me in the BB and peer down at Ad8d. Now, in theory, Scott needs a huge hand to call me here so I reraise to 55,000. He quickly moves all in and I call for his last 30,000 and he flips up KK. I flop a flush draw which gives me 12 outs to win, then hit my flush on the turn to knock him out of the tournament.
His eyes immediately tear up and he starts breathing heavily like he’s holding back tears, a mix of hyperventilation and seething anger. He looks over at me like I just told him I’ve killed his parents and gets up to leave. I move towards him and extend my hand hoping to keep things friendly. Instead, he spits on my hand, throws his hands into the air and yells “IMBICILE!” then storms off. Okay, he’s upset, I know the feeling, I’ll let him cool off.
We go to dinner soon after that, and I see him in one of the hallways with a couple of guys I know. I walk over and slap him on the back like a denim wearing good ol’ boy.
“Hey there buddy! Gee golly, you sure played swell today! It really was great to meet you and tell ya what, you played just super. Sorry bout the beat!”
Scott keeps his eyes on the floor, with his fists clenched and shaking, then suddenly explodes with the enthusiasm and zealotry of a Jerry Yang prayathon.
“GOD DAMN IT! YOU IMBICILE! YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!”
“Now hold on just a gosh darn minute there Scott, I really find your tone unnecessary.”
“Shut up Karam. Christ, don’t you fucking understand anything!? Don’t you know with a 15-20 BB stack I’m almost never opening light in early position? Don’t you realize how poorly your hand does against my calling range? Aren’t you supposed to be the god damn professional!?”
I chuckle meekly and walk away. Wow, for one of the top internet pro’s you’d think he’d understand that he wants to get it in vs my A8, but I guess he just doesn’t have the experience in tough situations to get it. Meh, oh well. Lucky for me, I’m still really rich, so I slept just swell that night.
Freeman: … I’ve been raising quite a few pots as we get deeper and deeper into the tournament, sometimes folding afterwards and sometimes taking down the blinds uncontested. The table’s now 7 handed and we’re down to 37 players, just one player from the pay jump. The jump is $15,000, but I can’t say that really factors into my decisions since I’m playing for the final table and more importantly, the dubya.
My stack is sitting at about 90,000, and I peer down at KK UTG with Mark Karam in the BB. I open the 3000/6000 blinds to 16,000 and watch it fold around to Karam, who lays a chip on his cards and starts reaching. Boo yah, shit’s about to hit the fan. Karam grabs out a couple stacks than announces “reraise to 55,000”. Immediately after he slides his chips in the middle I announce all in. Karam asks how much more, and with it being only about 30,000, makes the obvious call, then flips up Ad8d. If I can just dodge a three outer I’ll really be in contention here.
Unfortunately, Karam flops a flush draw, then turns the nut flush. Karam leaps from the table shouting “OH HELL YES! THIS SHIT IS MY DESTINY! CAN’T NOBODY STOP THE MARK TRAIN! HOO-HA!!!” Blegh, live poker is so rigged. I get up from the table and start shaking hands with the other players. Karam comes over and jams his hand in my face, and I reluctantly shake it without saying anything then walk off after tapping the table and saying “good luck everyone.”
Obviously I wasn’t going to be as chatty and jolly as a yuppie on a coke binge after taking a sick bad beat in the money of a 10k WPT event, but I feel like I handled the situation as well as most would of.
I go to dinner with a few friends to try and clear my head, and the good company of Roothlus and Gobbo help me clear my head, though Gobbo can really be a freak and a weird dude sometimes. As we’re standing in the hall after dinner I suddenly get punched in the back of my shoulder with a Tysonesque right hook. I turn around and find myself face to face with Karam.
“Hey pussy, decide to try and eat your sadness away?”
“Um, yea I guess.”
“That’s what I thought. So how ya doing in the tournament…oh wait that’s right, you got ooooooooooowned by the Mark train.”
“Look man, your attitude is just way overboard. You played that hand really bad, I’m like never opening a 15-20 BB stack light in early position. Just so you know, k?”
“Yea whatever, that’s what anyone who got thrown onto the tracks of the Mark train and taken on a one way trip to pwnage town would say. Besides, I had to call, it was only like, 30k more. Like duh obviously.”
“Fine, whatever. Good luck, I guess.”
Mark puts his hand to his head in the shape of an ‘L’
“Later loser, don’t step in front of this train again. Ya here me boy?”
Karam storms off and I look on with confusion. You’d think a live pro with that much success would be more mature and humble, but meh, whatever. At least I’ll still probably make 100k playing online this week, I should sleep alright.
What really happened: …Karam made a bad reraise vs Freeman and sucked out. Freeman got a little annoyed, shook hands, and walked off. Later on the two exchanged mostly incomprehensible words, both unsure why the other wasn’t thrilled to see him. Karam writes an exaggerated blog post and all of p5’s gets a major hard on at the thought of a potential E-fight. Everyone gets blue balls when they resolve it maturely.
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