A little catching up.  On the 4th, I managed to deal to the Freak of all Freaks, J.C. Pearson.  Truthfully I hope he reads this site someday or someone points it out to him and he takes a reading.  He’s the subject of other posts here and in previous years.  He hates the world, he hates life, he hates himself…Oh yes, I’ve listened to, “He’s just a good old boy away from the table.”  So are wife beaters and child molesters.

This guy has a serious problem and it really manifests itself at the poker table.  He hates dealers.  Some of the dealers suck up to him so he tolerates them and even tips them once in awhile but he still sings his favorite song when he loses or wins a hand with me.  “Ah’m saving the blues.”

He posted in a $75-$150 Omaha 8 or Better with a 1/4 kill, the 3rd hand into my down.  He was in the 1 seat.  He lost the hand.  He sang his favorite song.  I ignored him and dealt the game which is my usual routine.

He folded every hand until about the 3rd hand before I got pushed.  It was 4 way action and 4 raises to go on a Kill.  He hogged a pot that had about $2,500 in it.  I already had it stacked because a high and low were possible.  Just because a freak wins a pot, I never change the way I push the pot or run the game.

I slid the stacks to him and as I did, he started singing again.  Without raising my voice, I turned directly to him as I slid the stacks, “Good for you!  I think you’re really going to need them.”

He couldn’t do anything else except sit there and steam because he didn’t irritate me with his idiocy.  I laughed through the rest of my night, each time I thought of my statement to him, and only shared it with one other person…until now.