Late as usual. *heavy sigh* All kinds of cluttery little life things going on that seem to suck time out of my allotted space and then there’s the time-stress-springboard. Of course you know what that is! Continue reading The Pahrump Winery and Symphony’s Restaurant
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Anonymity – Writing from the Cloak of Shadows
When you jump into any medium on the Internet, you can hide behind the shield of disguising yourself and never let anyone know who you really are. Unless, of course you’re running some really hardcore child porn — or playing online poker — or something that grabs the feds by the nose hairs and starts yanking them in your direction.
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Reminiscing
I’ve been cruising news tidbits that have to do with…??? You guessed it! Poker! I know that’s hard to believe but it is what it is. How many choices can one make in life that won’t send them to a poker game at some point? Unknown. I still chuckle about my poker beginning now and then and how it affected my life. Naw…not going to bore you or me with that right now. Continue reading Reminiscing
The Drug Hangover
One of us feels like crap – that would be me. It’s not such a long story but it isn’t any fun and the after effect is still crippling…thankfully it wears off. Continue reading The Drug Hangover
In Vegas
staying at the Suncoast, nice room, not above the ordinary, looking down over my old digs section of town, but my immediate – straight down – view is the roof of the valet/registration entrance. Glad I didn’t come for the view. I suppose it’s good in a way, if I had to throw a chair through my window and escape in an emergency, I’d only have to drop about 3 floors, better than 7 or 8. Yah, I think of those things. Continue reading In Vegas
Who called for a fill?
A day in poker is like a day that’s impossible to describe to anyone that hasn’t been there….but I keep trying. Of course I do this because I want to go back and read again and laugh my butt off with, “Oh my God! I forgot about that…” Well some of the instances don’t leave me laughing my butt off.
Last week I dealt a $600-$1,200 Mixed Game. The game had just started when I sat down but must have been a Dead Spread all day as there was only $40 in blue chips in the rack. The line up was Shawn, Oscar, and Eli.
I called for a bank increase to be able to break down a $100 or $500 chip if needed. Carmen brought me $500 in $25 chips for the increase.
About ten minutes into my down, Todd arrived and took a seat. Curtis showed up a few minutes later. Renee was ready to play and waiting for Security to ‘unlock’ his lock box.
About 15 minutes into my down, I called for a fill. It was loud enough that anyone in the room could have heard me as the room was fairly quiet and Rachael (chip runner) acknowledged me from the middle of the low limit section.
Rachael appeard a few minutes later and I counted out the bank for my fill. After she left, Todd asked, “Who called for a fill, Linda?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“It’s a courtesy to keep the rack full and in order for dealers and players.”
Todd motioned to the $40 in blue in the rack, “You won’t go through that in an hour in this game.”
Guess that means that none of the dealers or cocktail waitresses are going to get a tip.
Shawn said it all for me, I didn’t have to say a word.
Shawn, “Leave her alone. She’s one of the best dealers.”
Todd, “I’m trying to make her a better dealer.”
Shawn, “Linda, honey, do whatever you want. If you want to stop the game, go ahead, we’ll wait.”
Several thoughts went through my head with Todd’s comments. My being a better dealer by never getting a fill means that I would never stop or slow the game down to get one…the world according to Todd. No one else, in all of my dealing career, has ever bitched because I requested a fill.
What about Renee? As soon as he wins the first pot, he immediately wants $20 or more in blue chips because he does tip.
Am I to do my job based on what one person requires out of the masses that I deal to each year? I think not. If Shawn hadn’t said everything for me, I’m not sure I could have held my tongue.
I passed Shawn later in the night, away from the table and thanked him for speaking up on my behalf. He said, “They know…it’s just fucking bullshit.”
Did he hit the nail on the head or what?
Bring on the medication
Last night I skated past all the high limit, tonight I think I hit everyone until the last part of my night. Everything was screaming mayhem. Microphones howled with pages for players to their open seat and table transfers and pages for phone calls, people talking and milling about, dealers, chip runners, supervisors, cocktails, porters, announcements of satellites being held for Omaha 8 or Better Tomorrow. Continue reading Bring on the medication
Andy’s back $10K/$20K
He’s back. Andy’s been playing $10,000-$20,000 in a rematch against the best of the best in 1 on 1 Freeze-out, Holdem contests. They had him 6 for 6 from a contest earlier this year. I’m not sure how he did in the 1st match with Howard L. I dealt 1 down of that. The following day Andy played Jennifer, heard he beat her.
The Stranger is playing $10K-$20K
The limit hopped right up to $10,000-$20,000. I dealt the game about the 3rd hour into my night. It was fast and orderly, played with $5,000 chips and 9 players and a minimum buy-in of $200,000. Of course there was a waiting list…go figure.