Poor Table Tango, so neglected and empty. It should be filled with poker tales. Instead, it’s filled with ire and frustration over a little chunk of cyber space. Good News! It’s already being transported to a new home. The DNS servers will soon begin routing to the new address and peace will settle, Table Tango will blossom again. Yippee!

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Be my Valentine, today’s the day. Romance and Cupids floating through the air…remember those wonderful little cards that we couldn’t wait to buy and fill out and pass around in class? No? Oh…all you remember is poker hands…ok, let’s move on.

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$20-$40 Omaha 8 or Better with a Kill. Lisa was in the 1s and raised pre-flop. Lot’s of action, five players to the River. The River put three Spades and a pair on the board, with no low.

Lisa checked, the Button bet, another player called, Lisa said, “I’m out,” as she looked at her cards one more time. She realized she had an Ace high Flush and stammered through something like, “Oh wait!” and reached for chips.

I told her I’d have to call for a decision. I stated the House Rule, ‘verbal is binding when it’s your turn to act’ and left it at that while we waited for Boba. Everyone at the table had something to say about it. Some conjectured that no one had acted behind her so her hand was still live.

Boba arrived, I told him what happened. He was really hesitant to make a commitment on the issue although he did agree with what I had stated, he just wouldn’t tell her the hand was dead. And she wasn’t about to give it up unless there was no other choice…hell the pot was huge, it was $30-$60 limit because of the Kill.

Suzie was called. Suzie stood over my shoulder while I explained what happened. Everyone seemed to be in limbo for a few moments, Lisa kept trying to explain that she hadn’t thrown her hand away. Suzie made the decision that the hand was dead. The Button, Mark, won the pot with a lower Flush.

It’s tough when this happens to anyone. Lisa took it damn well, no card throwing, swearing, or insults. She’s a class act every time she plays.

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Randall was in and introduced himself to me, true to his word, he brought me a bottle of wine. I haven’t tapped into it yet…sometime soon. Thanks, Randall, how gracious and wonderful to think of me…I wish your game had been in my line-up.