Good God! Major tournament doings will be going on tonight at work. I’m at the end of my Sunday night, it’s almost 7 a.m. and I’m having a glass of…you guessed it…wine…Umhhh!!

Truthfully, tournaments are very hard on me. Noise and confusion, microphones doing a dancing, competitive, nonstop duel, hour after hour, body heat and confusion, table changes, people waiting in line to be put on lists that are 30 and 40 names long, and every other game is high limit.
There’s no way out for me, it’s like looking for an escape hatch in a submarine when you’re 2,000 leagues under the sea. S-C-A-R-Y!!! But, I’ll be there. Along with all the regular room dealers and a whole batch of new ones.

Have mercy on us dealers, kids! I say this because I played on Friday night and had a few ‘new’ dealers come through my table. It was pretty sad. The guy on my left wanted to jump down their throat but how would the new dealer know the room protocol and rules? They get hired and slammed into the line-up. I’ve always felt that when I’m sitting in the ‘box’ and you bite my head off over rule and protocol, it doesn’t make the game run any smoother.

If you know something I don’t…doubtful as hell…but if you do, just approach me with your knowledge and I’m very happy to work with it. Biting at me doesn’t make the game any better and it’s going to put me on defense which means I could be more prone to making a mistake because I’m trying to dance around your ‘grouchy ass’.

This tournament should be huge, our Friday’s at 5 had 168 entrants with a prize pool of $81,480…damn big.

I’m on the run, sleep is waiting, and so are all of you…when I clock in tonight. Good Luck on all of your endeavors…hope to see you at the final table.