This is a two post in one day. I really meant to fill in some space when I came home from work yesterday but I couldn’t get the mush in my brain to cooperate so I gave up, drank Bailey’s and coffee, and watched part of the Atlantic City WPT that I had taped. Yeah, I’m just more than a little bit behind with some things but it works for me.
I started in another part of the room and didn’t even step up in the high limit section. That doesn’t mean I didn’t end up dealing high limit, I did. Unfortunately it’s stretched from Hell to breakfast throughout the room. I had to deal to Mike D., Israeli Mike, in a $75-$150 7 Card Stud game and I’ve now decided that I will never speak to him again because there is no hope for any type of courtesy between us. Yes, I could start a complete book on the number of times that I’ve posted about him. One was just a few days ago where I approached him in the Sports Book to try and iron out some of the hostility he feels towards me. He hates me simply because I deal poker and he doesn’t win when I deal…coupled with the fact that I don’t accept him throwing cards into my chest and calling me names.
He was in and out of the game, ante, fold, go out to the Sport’s Book, come back a few minutes later and ante, fold…repeat. He played the last hand I dealt, he lost it. He started mumbling, “Piece of shit…every time…every time”, interjected with other things I couldn’t hear as I left the dealer’s seat. He was calling me a piece of shit.
It truly irritated me so as I walked behind his chair, heading for the next game, I leaned towards him and loudly asked, “Who’s the real piece of shit here?”
Perhaps it’s foolish on my part to even reply to anything he does but it isn’t going to get any better anyway and he’s never going to try and get along with me…truthfully I felt better having done that.
On to a funnier note. I dealt a $15-$30 Holdem game and Demetri, one of our long time players from early Mirage days was in the game. He’s Russian, has an accent, and was, possibly still is, one of the artists in Mystere at Treasure Island. He’s very quiet but somehow he got involved in a conversation about tournament play. He said he really didn’t understand it. I chimed in with, “Fold 20 hands in a row and then without even looking at your cards, push all of your chips in.”
He nodded and replied, “Oh, that part I understand.”
Everyone cracked up.
Another $15-$30 Holdem game and two seats open…the 5 and the 9. Two players came in, and they were together, only the 5s knew how to play while the 9s knew what poker was but didn’t know the fine art of what/when to bet or the blinds or anything else. I helped him a little bit with how to look at his hand, put a chip on his cards to protect them, and made sure he knew when to bet $15 and $30.
He knew when he made a flush with the 8-4 of hearts and stacked a pretty healthy pot. When I told him how to look at his cards so only he could see them, he questioned, “I bet you hate new players coming into the game don’t you?”
I laughed and replied, “No. Actually I love them. They aren’t grouchy or hard to get along with, they just want to play poker.”
It went over pretty well considering he was the only new player at the table. Truth is I really do enjoy new players and their enthusiasm.