05/04/02 – First game tonight? $200 – $400 Blind, Pot Limit Omaha with none other than you know who…George.
About the 4th hand into my down, the pot was raised with 4 players. Approximately $20,000 in the pot. The Flop – 5 – J – 7. Everyone checked to Freddie D., he bet approximately $18,000 ALL IN. Fold, Fold, George is the only player left and he takes a very long time to do anything…picture him cutting off chips, looking at the flop, stacking up his chips, looking at Freddie, looking at his cards, cutting off chips, repeat the loop and finally he calls.
The board was a rainbow . At the end of the hand, George showed K-K-J-?, his best hand was a pair of Kings. Freddie showed A-A-?-?…he was suited with one of the Aces and the other card.
I mucked George’s hand and pushed the pot to Freddie. George jumped up, (from the 2 seat), and picked up each burn card and turned them over…they paired all the low cards on the board but never helped his hand. Why did he do this? He’s psychotic, that’s why.
He walked around for a moment, I shuffled and dealt the next hand. He folded.
The action was pretty strong…Lyle B. was in the game and he puts some chips into the pot.
George folded most hands after that. He mumbled, “This is unbelievable…as they say in my country, totally unbelievable.” If you play poker long enough, nothing is unbelievable. And why does his country have dibs on that saying?
Almost the end of my down, George jumps up, “I cannot stand it any longer, Madame!” He shows me two of his hole cards, 6-2 and folds. He puts his hand on my back and pats me a little longer than necessary.
I flipped it off with, “George, I’ve only been dealing a few minutes.”
I’ve seen him gut his cards with a pen knife, bounce a ball on the table when he wants to check, tell me that I have ‘no respect’, and state that only in America can we say we’re sorry and get away with it’…so what the hell is he expecting here?
I truly wish that if a player put their hands on us, we could just knock them off their chair…no offense guys but this isn’t a ‘hands on’ type of job. It’s never a 6’4″ Stud that wants to take you out to dinner, it’s a LOSER that wants to blame you for dealing the cards right off the top.