Silent Bob and René Angélil

Another year has drifted off into the time trail. That vast expanse of memories and dreams that float in and out of our conscious, everyday lives, just chalked up another year that we can never relive or claim again. It’s the past. Time to move to the future. But before I go, a few things I wanted to write about yesterday but couldn’t shift my tired, little brain into gear long enough to make it happen.

I hit Table 1 early in my shift, the night of the 30th. Renee, Celine’s hubby, was in the 1s. Phil I. in the 2s. Mike W. in the 3s. Mo in the 4s. Gus H. in the 5s. Chau in the 6s. Eli E. in the 7s. Shaun S. in the 8s. They were playing Mixed games, $1,000-$2,000 limit on some of the games and $1,500-$3,000 limit on others.

This table has the automatic shuffle machine on it and more than once, when I put in the used deck and took out the shuffled deck, the door would stay open and I had to close it manually.

More exasperation than anything else, I exclaimed, “What is going on with this machine? The door won’t close!”

Renee replied, “It’s the holidays. It’s always open for the holidays.”

I had a belly laugh over that one.

Gus had two “No Player” buttons. I asked him to turn them in to me. With a cocky little smile, he asked, “Will you just deal?”

I did. He turned them in to me with a $5 chip in the center, like a Red Bird Oreo Cookie. I thanked him and Shaun, one of my favorites – for a lot of reasons, asked, “Is that all you’re giving her for New Years?”

Gus gave him a little jab with, “I never see you tip anyone.”

Shaun pushed on, “Will you match what I give her?”

Gus persisted, “You never tip anyone.”

I thought about jumping in here and defending Shaun because he’s one of the best…for me anyway…in the high limit, but I decided silence would bode the best result.

Shaun never gave an inch. “Will you match what I give her?”

Gus gave a nonchalant shrug and replied, “Do whatever you want.”

At the end of my down, with the new dealer standing behind me, Shaun said to Gus, “Give me $100.”

Gus asked, “What for?”

For Linda. For New Years.”

Shaun threw out a black chip and so did Gus. I did the open mouthed, thank you, do you need your windows washed type of thing. That was $200 big ones for me.
Gus was so funny. He said, “I want you to tell me if he asks you for it back later, because I’m going to punch him in the mouth if he does.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. But seriously, Shaun is very good to me and he is the most generous of all the high limit players. Most of them behave as if they’re giving you a kidney when they throw you $2 or $3 as you leave the box or if you pushed them quadrillion dollars during the down. No, I don’t believe a player has to tip for any reason. But at times it seems ridiculous that I can deal the game, to the same players, day after day, without a mistake, giving them quality service and they never even think of throwing me $5 when they win a pot upwards of $20,000 or even higher.


Silent Bob. That should say it all but there’s a lot more. He normally plays $30-$60 Holdem but upon rare occasion ventures into another game and limit. His name is Jim. He rarely closes his mouth when he plays…that would be as in being quiet and in stopping the flow of alcohol and cigarettes into his body. Personally, I find him to be quite entertaining and funny but I’m not in a game with him and I don’t take him with me when I leave the casino. Enough said from my point of view. He’s won several major tournaments and is generally known around the poker circuit.

When I hit Table 8, he was in the 9s. It was $80-$160 Holdem and he was jabbering up a storm. The first thing he did was state that he’d killed his wife. The conversation was directed at me and I retorted something like, “Really?”

He went on to explain that she was ok but he couldn’t stand her any more so he just killed her. Maybe you have to be a little twisted here to get into the humor of the situation and I am…so I listened while he rattled. I dealt the first hand and he stopped the whole game as he kept rambling; everyone was waiting for him to act on his hand.

After the first few hands, several players complained the he was talking too much. At this point I said, “I see you’ve met Silent Bob.”

A few minutes later, with complaints ringing in his ears, Silent Bob took a small piece of paper and wrote ’12:05 – 1 hour’ on it. He was going to be silent for one hour.

One player left and seat changes took place. Bob moved to the 3s. He took a missed blind button and left the table. When he returned, Doodle – in the 4s – asked what Silent’s name really was. The 1s replied that it was John.

Doodle asked me and I mouthed, “Jim!”

Doodle said he’d bet a stack that it was Jim, the 1s argued that it was John. It went on and on. Silent Bob wrote on the bottom of his small piece of paper, “You’re fucking idiots!”

Hysterical. The paper got passed around the table. When anyone asked him a question in the game, he would do charades but never said a word.

Silent Bob handed me a message written on a keno ticket. It read:
“NO KENO 🙂 *I* am the answer to a trivia question: Who is the only person in the history of the world to win WSOP and WCOOP same year (2003) ?????”

An hour later, while I was dealing a friendly little $4-$8 Holdem game, he leaned over the 6s, which was empty, stared at me and asked, “Is there anyone you’d like me to hit in the face right now? I’m really in the mood.”

I laughed and said, “No. Not right now. Maybe later.”

What the hell is going on? Nothing. He’s just like that!

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

It’s snowing. Not just little melty things that turn into a river of water, but fat, lusciously plump, moist snowflakes that are sticking to the trees and piling up on the ground. It’s beautiful but the scene sends shock waves through my system and reminds me why I no longer want to live in Montana.


There are a lot of poker players in town, not the big names, they’re all in Tunica right now. These are just people that want to play, a lot of them have no idea what they’re doing but they’re doing it anyway. These games are not for the weak of heart…you never know what they’re going to show you.

Out of 30 tables, 27 of them ran most of the night. People walked through the door in droves until about 1:30 a.m. The room was still bustling and noisy when I left at 3 a.m.


A friend I met at the tables some years ago, when I worked at the Mirage, has been in town playing the $15-$30 games. He’s a regular visitor to Vegas and loves to play poker. His name is Tom Minkel and he’s the Head Wrestling Coach for Michigan State. He’s always a pleasure to have in any game and adds a real touch of class to the meaning of sportsmanship.


I heard a joke during our tournament that had everyone guessing. What kind of bird weighs more than any other bird on Earth and cannot fly? One guess was ‘a penguin’. Another guess – ‘an ostrich’. The answer is, ‘a railbird and some of them weigh up to 400 pounds’.

I’ve put a lot of thought into what it takes to be a professional railbird. They hang around waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on someone’s good nature and generosity, coming up with a practiced line that will net them a few dollars or a buy-in.
They are smart enough to know whom they can approach and get away with it, whether the answer is yes or no. They grovel when it’s appropriate. They pat the marks ego by adding a little compliment here and there. They feign interest in the mark and what’s going on in his/her life. They presume the mark is going to help them and is obligated to do so.

It must be quite an art because they are everywhere (not just poker rooms) and some of them appear to eat rather well. I hope it’s a lost art and they just drift off into history.

Monday, December 29, 2003

I’ve just been a little brat about posting. I had four days off and I enjoyed every single moment of them. Slept when I felt like it, took the dog for a hike and walks, worked on my book, talked to friends and loved ones by phone, met some of them for meals and picture taking…all in all, the perfect way to spend free time.

It’s back to work. More coming.

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Merry Christmas world! My thought is that Christmas should be celebrated every day of the year; it is a day of rejoicing and sharing life and love.

Love is not shown in a gift or monetary endowment, it is shown in the way we treat ourselves and those around us on a daily basis.

This is my recipe for a great life, follow it every day:

Grab a handful of love, throw in a box of smiles, sprinkle with warmth, add a pinch of kindness, a dash of health, shake well and drink your fill but be sure to share some with those you love.

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

While thoughts of Sugar Plum Fairies and all things mysterious and anticipated may be leaping through some people’s minds, the people I dealt to forgot it’s a few short hours before Santa visits their home. Well how would he know where they live when their presently domiciled at Table 15 or 13 or any table that has a game?
For some reason, in all the games I dealt except one, at least one person at the table was a spring loaded jerk.

My first game was $4-$8 Holdem. Whinny Whine complained because a player had been gone an awfully long time – I gave the one and only ‘Absent’ button to the stack of chips when I sat down.

After Whinny whined a few more times and kept rolling her eyes, looking at me as if I was supposed to throw the chips on the floor and get another player, I said, “I don’t make the rules. When I sat down, I gave the Absent button. When the next dealer sets down, they will give another Absent button. At that time, the player has 15 minutes to return to the game.”

Whinny folded out of turn at least six times. Each time, I prompted her to hold her hand until the player in front of her acted. “Well, he was reaching for chips…”

Finally I had her convinced to act in turn and she apologized. But another player, that plays all the time, does it every time he loses the previous hand and he took off with it, so I had to straighten him out too.

Two players took a walk and – BOOM – the rest of the table all became part of the Whine family. They weren’t going to play short handed! They wanted to draw for seats in another game.

We did have one seat open and I almost had them convinced that nine handed wasn’t a short game when one player picked his chips up and moved to another $4-$8 game. Calling the Floor Person was in order. The player had to return to our game so he cashed out instead. Another $4-$8 game broke and we got two of the players and everyone was chirpy smiley now, leaving Whinny Whine an orphaned child.

Next game? $8-$16 Holdem. Jimbo, (that’s what he calls himself and he incorporates himself, by name, into all conversations), has played on a pretty regular basis the last few months. A nonstop talker, he knows everything about poker and life and is pretty damned obnoxious to boot. He tells the same jokes over and over and gives poker lessons while he’s playing. Not to mention the fact that he tries to convince his opponents they are idiots when he beats them. He’d make a great cheerleader for a bombing mission. All in all, just a regular sort of guy, slugging down beer and playing poker.

The players were either chuckling or rolling their eyes at him during my down. I just deadpanned it when he started to tell me a joke and the others informed him he had already told it. Never even slowed him down, he told it anyway. Thank God those downs are only one half hour.

It went on and on through the night, then I got to deal to G. K. She’s been around since the Mirage days. She plays $15-$30 and $20-$40 Stud, hops back and forth between games whenever possible, plays like shit, rat holes cash if she can get away with it, talks to the dealer all the time concerning the hand, whether she’s winning or losing, and in general thinks the dealer is really concerned with whether she wins or loses a hand. And it’s definitely the dealer’s fault if she loses.

She was in the 8s and talking it up when I sat down, “How are you? – Haven’t seen you around…is everything ok?” genuine concern…NOT!

She held an Ace high Flush draw and ended up with Aces Up when her opponent already had six Spades on 6th Street. She paid him off anyway and lost a big pot.

Then she grouched at me, “I really didn’t appreciate you giving him that flush. I had an Ace high Flush draw.”

I replied, “He appreciated it.”

She grumbled at me, “Well I didn’t!”

I followed with, “Someone wins and someone loses, that’s poker.”

No, you’re right, I didn’t have to say a word to her. Maybe it’s like sitting over the Dunking Tank at the circus for 20 years and having someone throw balls at you – you just get tired of it and one day you start throwing them back.

She said, “I don’t need that analogy.”

She jumped up and transferred games. As she picked up the last of her chips, I quietly said, “Happy holidays. Have a good night,” this is standard for me and I wasn’t being a smart ass.

She stopped long enough to growl, “The reason I’m leaving the game is because of your attitude.”

I choked to keep from laughing, “I have an attitude?”

“Yes, you do!” away she went.

She’s another woman that gives women players a bad name. They can’t take a beat. They act like a man is supposed to lay down and willingly be ran over by them while they back up and rip the chips out of the man’s back pocket. Ugh!

It didn’t get much better. I went to a $30-$60 Holdem game. The man in the 3s knew everything – wait a minute, maybe he’s Jimbo’s dad…the one playing $8-$16.

He checked with a single finger flick that would have put Zorro’s blade to shame for speed. The first time it happened, I missed it. I asked him if he checked. He sarcastically blurted out, “Didn’t you see me check?”

“If I had, I wouldn’t be asking you now?”

He informed me that I had to pay attention. Hell, I need eyes in the side and back of my head and a radar unit surrounding my body plus ear plugs.

“It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. Everywhere I go….”

Monday, December 22, 2003

I’ve spent the last few days being horribly, down on my knees, gut wrenching S-I-C-K! It just doesn’t happen to me and I didn’t handle it well at all. I ignored the world and tried to sleep as much as possible. It worked! I’m so damn much better now than I was a few days ago.

I went to work, the room was quiet and I asked to escape after a few hours. Nate let me go.

Speaking of escape, I managed to avoid the high limit games for the last five or six nights of work. I must have on my light tripping, fantasy enhanced, dealer dancing shoes to do that. Sweet!

I love those down to Earth, insane action, mid to low limit poker games where people have no idea what they’re doing but they just want to play.


I’m back on Karate Don’s list. He gives me the wild eyed, rolling eyeball look when he passes me and can barely squeeze out a grunt in reply when I say, “Hello, Don.”

What did I do to deserve this honor? I dealt to him in a $40-$80 Stud game and he lost. Just before the end of my down, as he was giving me the ‘Look’, he picked up his chips and went to the next table in my line-up. It was a 7 Stud 8 or Better game. Don took the 2s and he fit right in with the lunatic in the 1s. (The 1s is the Gutter Snipe in the 12/03/03 post)

As soon as I hit the chair in that game, Don’s eyes were rolling. After a few hands, he was explaining to the 1s how he knows the dealers and he knows he can’t win, etc., etc., etc.

Hysterical! It’s been about a year and half since he’s had the jinx on with me. That’s a long time for someone that’s paranoid. He may be winding up for another LOA from the Poker Room, as in 86’d.


I dealt two tables of the Friday’s at Five Tournament last week. I jerked them around at the first table by trying to deal 7 Card Stud. The Button was in the 10s and I just whipped into Stud Mode. They took it well, and yes, it was unintentional.

The second table, I had three gents that went all-in. Everything happened pre-flop. I had some of their bets in the middle but most of the chips were setting in front of the individual player when they turned their hands up. One had Q-J of Clubs and the other two held A-K. The two players with A-K split the pot.

Mark G. was in the game and he said, “The first thing you have to do is straighten the pot out.”

I said, “I know. I need help.”

Mark did help me with it for which I was very grateful. All three stacks had different amounts of money in them.

The 1s quietly said, “Good answer, ‘I need help’.”

I said, “Well, I do.”

He replied, “I mean it really was a good answer. A lot of people would have just tried to do it and messed it up.”

Another thing that happened in this tournament. Marcel L. was in the 7s and up walking around while the deal is going on. This is pretty normal for him. I dealt him in and he was up, visiting with a player in the next game, when the action came to him,
Charlie grabbed Marcel’s hand and held on to it while he asked Marcel what he wanted to do. Marcel hurried to his seat, looked at his cards, threw the hand away, and then returned to visit at the other table.

At this point, Charlie informed me that it was the dealer’s responsibility to immediately kill the hand if the player wasn’t in their seat when the action came to them and that he had only held on to it because Marcel was a friend of his. Really cute!

I said, “Ok. I haven’t dealt enough tournaments to be firm on the rules. But you’re the one to blame for holding on to his cards, right?”

He agreed.

Particularly in tournaments, I feel it’s very difficult to be on top of all situations as a dealer in our room. Tournaments are not something we deal every day and they are fairly new to Bellagio, this is our third and they are spaced far enough apart that one never gets the full scope of tournament dealing. We also may or may not even deal the tournament when we have one in progress, we may be dealing mostly live.

We have never been given a rule book on tournament dealing or even had a meeting on any rules or ways to work with specific games, limits, etc. It’s tough. I honestly believe that none of our dealers want to make a mistake. I know I don’t. So help us with a kind voice and a smile, please. Hostility just makes it worse.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Amazing as it may seem, there is yet another WPT Tournament taking place at Bellagio on the 19th. It is the Battle of Champions and all the WPT winners will have a go at each other for a championship title. No news on the what the prize pool is/will be. It begins in Bellagio’s Ballrooms – One and Two. Seating at 2:45 p.m. for the Audience on a first come first serve basis. The event begins at 3:00 p.m. It is a special event for the WPT and will initially air on NBC, February 1st, 2004, right before the Super Bowl. Woo Hoo!!!

The stats for the Jim Albrecht Memorial are up here.

Unfortunately the Crown Australasian Event didn’t draw enough interest and the Satellite Tournament was a ‘no go’.


Dr. Pete, a subject of other posts, is never happy with my dealing. If I dealt him every hand for three weeks, when he finally lost one, he’d have a fit and make the statement that I never deal him a hand. His eyes would roll around in his head, as if he’s going into a fit and we need to throw him down and wrap a blanket around him so he won’t hurt himself.

I walked up behind a dealer, ready to push, just as Pete was raking in a pot and tipping the dealer. Pete saw me. His eyes started to roll. He said, “I can never tip this dealer,” with his gaze cemented on me.

Pete was in the 9s. Perfect! I leaned over the 10s and said, “Good! I don’t want you to ever tip me because if you did, I’d have to say thank you and I don’t ever want to have to tell you thank you for anything.”

He cashed out. Thank you, God.

A few nights later, a friend of Pete, named Jean, was in a game I dealt. Even she commented on how he was so paranoid and weird that he felt that it was always Sylvia and I that were to blame for his not winning. Jean said she thought that I took Pete’s idiocy better than Sylvia did. It may be true. I can’t help but laugh at the moronic thoughts of some of these people.

Go figure. If you won with every dealer in the room, except two of them, why would you sit through a session with those two? So you could whine and complain because they didn’t deal you a hand? Yeah…right!


I dealt a $4-$8 Holdem game that should have been in the movies. One woman at the table, she was pretty relaxed with the whole thing and about my age…granny age, dummy! And a few young bucks that were ripping and snorting – dying to beat everyone – and two of them were wearing sunglasses, the 2s and the 8s.

The 10s was about my age and he was/had been having a little fun commenting on the game, the hands, and the players. Most of his comments were only heard by me – and appreciated. He had a delightful sense of humor.

The 2s and the 8s were splashing chips pre-flop…both serious as hell. The 10s whispered to me, “I think Ray-Ban has a better hand than Oakley.”

Oakley was in the 2s and Ray-Ban in the 8s.

The Flop was A-A-little. As it turned out Ray-Ban only produced a pair of 8’s and Oakley showed down K-K.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

I started in the middle of the room, the perfect line-up for smooth sailing. $15-$30 Holdem and Stud, then $4-$8 Holdem, and on down the line. The third day of the Championship Event was still in progress and the Jim Albrecht Memorial Tournament started at 5 p.m. so the tournament area in the pit was hopping. The Championship Event was down to 13 when I came to work and later, around 11ish, 10 players were still battling it out.

When I hit Table 30, at 1:30 a.m., the Championship Event was down to seven players and had been for quite some time. They were waiting to lose one – then sleep for a few hours and back to prepare for The WPT filming their play.

I finished Table 30 and after a break, headed for the Championship Event. I dealt the final hand of Day Three about 15 minutes into my down.

The Blinds were $40,000-$80,000 and a little bit of flirting with raises went on. Dewey T. raised all-in and was called by Paul P – after a lot of thought. Dewey turned over 8-8 and Paul turned over 6-6. Dewey won the pot, taking a chunk of Paul’s chips.

A few hands later and Gus H. was on the Button. Chad L. raised to $160,000. Gus thought about it for a few seconds (which is customary to his style of play) and went all-in.

Chad looked down at his cards again, did a little Hollywood, and he declared all-in.

Chad turned over A-A and Gus turned over J-J. Chad had Gus by around $131,000. Not to worry, a Jack on the Flop and Chad never helped.

Gus repeated, more than once, “That’s so sick!” as he stacked all those chips. Chad never said a word.
When Chad was in the Big Blind, Paul P. called the Big Blind bet of $80,000 and Dewey T. (in the small blind) called $40,000 more. Chad threw in his last $51,000 and Paul and Dewey called. Paul and Dewey checked it down and Paul won the pot with 9-10, catching a 10 on the River. Chad was out of the game.

The producer for the WPT event sat down and explained the procedure for taping and game play to the remaining six as their chips were tallied and bagged.

I escaped. It was a strange night, games starting, running short, people coming in and out of the room, but consistently it was very busy.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

The Five Diamond World Poker Classic is winding down. It’s been a huge success. Tomorrow, the 18th, will be the final day of the Championship Event – the remaining 36 players play down to the final six. If you’re in the neighborhood and want to stop by, go to the ballroom area and follow the signs. The person in Number Three position is Steven Landfish. Sorry Steve, but your last name, in connection with poker, cracks me up…almost as good as Moneymaker!


Our employee Christmas celebration happens today. It’s a real event, tons of great food, a gift, and last but not least, a picture with Santa or Mrs. Claus and the Elves. I’ve saved every picture, the years I worked at the Mirage and all the years at Bellagio. Nope…don’t ask me to count.


I started in a sensible part of the room tonight. It was pretty easy going, all $15-$30, $30-$60, and $4-$8 Holdem, throw in a few 7 Card Stud Games and the night was smooth sailing.

One $15-$30 Holdem game left me in awe – wondering what/how a person thought they should buy chips and take a seat in a game…and she was in $15-$30, not a $1-$2 where she could have had all that fun and only lost a few hundred. She played every hand – even betting 6-2 off suit from Under the Gun, when she needed a five for a gut shot straight…she missed.

She played Q-9 off and lost because of her kicker, K-3 off and won a pot – upon which she informed me that was the first hand she’d won since I sat down and that she’d gone through $500 with me dealing as she threw me a $1.

I disagreed with her and told her she only had a little over $100 when I sat down and that she’d bought another $300. The 10s told her it was the other dealer. Hysterical. It didn’t matter who was dealing – this woman came to play.

When I got pushed, she did a, “Nice to see you leave, Linda.”

I just went with my usual, “Thanks everyone. Have a good night!”

Man it’s tough to help someone that doesn’t even know there’s help out there.


It’s fun listening to the euphoric reaction of people coming in that have seen some of our players on TV. Last week Sam G. was in a $15-$30 Holdem game I dealt. He took a walk about 15 minutes into my down and a player from the nearby $4-$8 game came up and wanted to know if that was Sam – he’d seen Sam on TV and thought Sam G. was great.

Another night and the $8-$16 Holdem game broke, the players drew for seats, leaving me with one young man that wanted to talk about the celebrities. He really wanted to know if they played at Bellagio all the time and the limits they played. I saw Sam F. sitting with a lady at the Sports Book Bar – I pointed him out to the youngster.

“Wow! Is that really Sam? He’s so funny.”

Me, “Yes, that’s really Sam.”

Bellagio’s Tournament has brought them all out, any name brand player that anyone has ever heard of…still living…is playing at Bellagio right now. Stop in, lots of them will give you an autograph.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

I’m working on a book. Time is the most valuable element of my life right now. Writing for Tango or the book forces a priority and, of course, work always gets in the way but it beats the hell out of sleeping in the street. Where have I been? The book…where else?

My little girlfriend, beauty queen, and light in my life, Kayanna, had a birthday yesterday. I left a singing voice message for her on the answering machine and managed to catch her this evening after she’d been out being a kid all day. She was so e-x-c-I-t-e-d, a skating party with friends and family celebrated her seventh year of life.

We should all be that happy and easy to please. But where the hell did the years go? One day she was learning to walk and talk and now she’s in school. The next thing you know, she’ll be buying poker chips and kicking butt in a poker game…go girl!


With an hour left of my shift, one night last week, I hit Table 1. The usual suspects were Gus H., Johnny C., Sam F., Chau, and Minh. They were playing $2,000-$4,000 Omaha 8 or Better and $500-$1,000 Pot Limit Omaha. They included me in their conversation off and on, and even though they were gambling like today was the last day on Earth to play, they were pretty easy going and sensible.

While Gus remained silent, the others joked and laughed, making fun of each other and pestered each other about who had the most girlfriends and was incorrigible with women. They even asked Minh how old he was the first time he had sex. They were goofy. I laughed through most of the down.

At one point, I shuffled the deck – completely forgetting the Shuffle Master. Johnny asked me if I had just shuffled. I apologized and said I’d done it automatically. He said it was ok; just use the deck in the machine. I did.

I made it through the down with no hair-raising screamers and got pushed by a new dealer that was hired for the Tournament. He asked me how to take time out of the game and I explained as I moved to Table 2.

Before my butt hit the chair on Table 2, the dealer on 1 was already calling for a decision. All of the players, except Gus, were jumping down the dealer’s throat. Sam was almost leaning across the table giving him hell.

Tony, the Graveyard Brush, was saying to the dealer, “Just take your time. Tell me what happened.”

I have a lot of sympathy for new dealers coming into any room that spreads high limit games. The ‘norm’ is that they are not given a refresher course, by management, on rules and room procedures. They are shoved into the line-up and left to the rise and fall of the tides hoping they miss the coral reefs and find safe harbor on friendly shores…hardly ever works that way in high limit.

As I slipped into the box, I was thanking my lucky stars that I’ve finally reached a point, with most of the players in the Poker World, that I don’t have to go through all that commotion and noise just to deal a game.