Jim spoke with Linda last night about my posts on the Omaha 8 or Better game. Seems someone alerted him to the fact that he was written about here…the same someone also felt that it was all negative. Totally fascinating.

Let me write a story – that isn’t true – about a poker game so all of you that think my writing is negative will feel more comfortable and can settle into your little, rosy world where nothing ever happens that you don’t expect and don’t want to see.

The game is $1,000-$2,000 Omaha 8 or Better. There are ten men at the table, complacently, calmly waiting to act in turn, and placing their chips in neat stacks in front of them. When the player in the 2s flopped quad 4’s with a wrap around low draw, made the nut low on the Turn, and got counterfeited on the River by a Wheel Straight Flush, and lost the whole pot, which was so big you couldn’t jump over it, he graciously laid his hand down and with a smile said to the winner, “You deserved to win that hand. What a draw!”

His left eye didn’t twitch or anything. He never flinched or looked at the dealer like he wanted to kill him. Instead, he threw the dealer a $100 tip and said, “You really do a wonderful job. You’re one of the reasons I play this shift.”

The winner was beaming, but not gloating, and gave the dealer $500. “I really appreciate your dealing too.”

Agreement echoed from the other players at the table.

All ten of these men look like they work on Wall Street. They are dressed in suits/sweaters and slacks, with leather, polished dress shoes. Their hair is neatly combed and faces shaved, sporting manicured fingernails and matching shorts and socks. No bad breath or body odor here.

They’re all happy, visiting about the weather, the shows in Vegas, what their wonderful wife had prepared for their evening meal and how sweet she was. Their darling children had already been tucked into bed and were visiting Sandman Land, dreaming of how cool their Daddy was.

A beauty queen walked by the table and a railbird’s mouth fell open. “Holy Jesus! Look at that!”

The 1s looked up and then immediately turned to the railbird, “She couldn’t even come close to my wife. We’ve been married for 15 years and she’s still as lovely and wonderful as the day I first met her.”

The play of the game continued. The 4s had bought four racks and was down to his last $1,000 in chips when a lady approached. She was clad in silk, polished and vamped, every hair in place, impeccable make-up, matching handbag and heels, “Is there a seat open gentlemen?”

All at once, all of the men offered their seats to her. The dealer jumped in to save the day.

“Why don’t I give each of you a card, face up, and the low card will give up the seat?”

“Yes! Perfect!” Came the reply from all of the men.

The 4s held up his hand. “My friends, I really would like to go home and see my wife tonight, so if it won’t bother anyone, I will just go and the Lady can take my seat.”

The words came from everyone. “We want to be fair about it – we can draw.”

But they gave in and the 4s left the game. The lady took a seat and the game continued.

That’s how it is in Fairy Tale Land. Everyone is clean and neat, no one swears, or grumbles, or gets upset, or burps, or farts, or runs out of money because these things just don’t happen. And life is boring so eventually you commit suicide…woops…that doesn’t happen in Fairy Tale Land either does it? Nope, you just have to die a long, suffocating, BORING death.

But in the real world of poker, do you really believe that all the books and stories you read about the big name players tell the truth about what they are really like in the every day grind of the poker arena? If you do, come up for air, Sunshine, or else you’re gonna drown down there.I f you think this is negative, then please…don’t read HERE! If you have never seen any of these previously reported incidents happen, then please continue to play in your Fairy Tale Land. If you don’t like what you read here, REPEAT – REPEAT – REPEAT, don’t read HERE!

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This post is done by Chanzes – during the time period that I took a break from posting in the Diary.