I dealt to Max in the Fridays at Five NLH Tournament last week. A player questioned me when he called a raise from the BB and he thought I didn’t give him the right change for a $500 chip. Max said, “She never makes a mistake and I can attest to that.”

I did a, “Wow!” kind of thing. I was really surprised to hear Max jump so readily to my defense. It was nice. Yes…Max was one of my posts last month.

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Barry Schulman played over 9s in the $1-$2 NLH game tonight. He posted and won the first pot. A few minutes later, one of his friends came by to visit. I listened to Barry tell his friend about Eric Drache (used to manage the Mirage card room and was playing $30-$60 Holdem), Suzie Lederer. (Swing shift supervisor after she walked by our table), and then he stated, “The dealer is Linda. She’s the best dealer in the world. She’s got a goofy website…”

I started laughing as I caught his eye. I got pushed about the same time. As I stepped out of the Dealer’s Chair behind Barry, he continued with, “She looks like she could be a member of Hell’s Angels. Show him your stuff, Linda.”

I put my hands out in front of me and acted like I was cranking the throttle on a Harley and went, “Vroom, Vroom!”

His friend went something like this, “How did you do that?”

I turned my back to him, lifted my hair, and said, “He’s talking about this,” exposing the tattoo on the back of neck.

Then I looked at the friend intently and said, “I got it done when I was old enough to know I really wanted one,” and walked off.

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I couldn’t wake up through most of my shift. I felt as if I were asleep and wrapped in cotton, placed in a bag, floating in water…no gravity, no reality, no sound, no thoughts…I made it through the shift without missing a beat which was a miracle in itself.

Table 1 was Chau, Gus, Shaun, Jimmy, and Eli. $1,000-$2,000 Mixed Games…a slice of pie. NLH $10-$20 Blind on Table 3, pretty boring and not a lot of action. The funny game was when I hit the four handed, $20-$40 Omaha 8 or better on Table 6.

Double A won a pot and ordered a Heineken (Kenny was sitting behind him and they were having a beer). I have never witnessed Double A drinking anything other than Green Tea and water. I chided him with the fact that he was drinking a beer and he said that for every pot he won, he would order a beer. He won three of them and I told him again that was a lot of beer to drink…he said he would.

Kenny always seems to be much happier when he’s sitting on the side lines than he does when he’s in a game. Poker can be a brutal mistress. He was having fun, watching Double A play, and asked me if the format for Table Tango was going to stay this way. I said, “Yes.”

He said it was better before because now he had to scroll all the time. I’m trying to work with the template a bit to see if I can stretch it a little but in the long run, this format is much better, archives can be accessed by month rather than the previous mess.

Asian Lee got in the game. He’s always nonstop talk and has a following…this time the following was Ming and Ritchie. At one point Ming was standing behind the 6s, gabbing it up and Ritchie was standing behind the 9s, gabbing it up. Of course it was a foreign language.

The 6s looked around and said, “It’s in surround sound.”

He’s right. They take off in Chinese or Vietnamese or whatever the hell it is and it’s staccato doink, doink, doink, until you want to rip your ears off just to get rid of it.

A few nights ago I thought I’d laugh my ass off when when Ming, Ritchie, and Lee were in the same game and Ming was teasing them and trying to get them to gamble. He said to Ritchie, “Don’t be a Chinese Chicken!”

Back to the Omaha game. Lee lost a few pots with me and did his usual, “Hehhhh-hennnum. Favorite dealer….repeat, repeat, repeat…” then take a walk. I got pushed.

I still love Double A the mostest!!!! If you knew him, you would too.