HELP! There’s a stampede coming, they’re surrounding the tables and the podium and running over everything in sight in a mad dash to get into a game or get on a list…any game and any list.

Some of us believe that after the tournament, things will quiet down to a dull roar but that’s not even close to being true. The Horseshoe will be hosting the WSOP and we always end up with the overflow…lots of overflow unless the Shoe has taken a huge turn for improvement under new management. We expect to host the majority of the high limit games. This is not a giant jump into Dealer Heaven. I, and a lot of other dealers, wish the high limit would stay there. Let us have our room back where we can hear ourselves think, visit with new players, and make money too…nice dream, Linda…WAKE UP TO REALITY, DAMN IT!

Well let me fill in a few blanks and try to stay out of the way of the stampede while I do it. High limit is spread throughout the room. What would normally be a sweet little $4-$8 Holdem game is now a $300-$600 Mixed game or a $50-$100 blind Pot Limit Holdem game…you get the picture. It’s a time warp…or a time drift…and there are no prescribed drugs to get through it.

I dealt to Jim M. AKA Silent Bob in a $25-$50 Blind PLH game. He had his wife sitting behind him (first time I’ve ever seen her) and he introduced her to me as Mrs. Silent Bob. I did the ‘shake hands in the air’ while looking at her. She appeared to be calm and cool while Jim appeared to be drink-drank-drunk and gambling. (Not to mean that she was calm and cool in her reception of being introduced to me). Jim followed up with the statement that everyone thought he was gay but he really was married.

Jim went to war with the player on his right in several pots. One of the pots was pretty big with the other player going all-in for $3,100. Jim finally gave up his hand.

Jim wasn’t faring too well in this mix while I was dealing. When I hit my next game, about half way through the down, he was up, facing my table and swearing. It went something like this, “They think they’re so fucking smart and they don’t know anything…”

Jim is one of the funniest players I’ve ever dealt to…previous posts about him.

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James Woods was playing $30-$60 Holdem tonight when I clocked out. I got to shake his hand and say “Hello” in the Sports Book after he was returning to his game. I think he’s a great actor.

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Sweet Jerry! Not a name I would give him but one that he goes by and how he got it I haven’t the faintest idea.

He’s the bottom line in sexual harrassment…the reason that sexual harrassment suits are filed…a guy that plays poker but can’t figure out that it isn’t done with a hard on, it’s done with chips and cards.

He makes all kinds of idiotic statements to any female, player or dealer, implying that he’s the only guy left in the world that can rock you all night long. He advertises as if he can crank your libido into high gear, bring you to the ultimate, sweat drenching climax of your panting, breathless life and you would never want anyone else. He does all this in a harsh, panty tearing manner and you are supposed to drop down on all fours, ready for your master’s touch.

I find him to be ‘entertainment’. The fact that he thinks he’s the only guy left in the world is pretty damn funny to me.

A month ago I dealt to him in a $15-$30 Holdem game and he was in the 1s. He made some idiot comment to me that went like, “I love your long hair, baby. I’d just love to bury my face in it and wrap it around my arms while I got you where I want you.”

Umhhh! Hello neanderthal, why don’t you drag me to your cave too?

Last night, while sitting a deadspread in the tournament area, he came by my table. I stared off across the casino, hoping that he’d pass by me without saying anything, it didn’t work. He stopped right in front of me and demanded, “You ready for a hot, hard guy like me when you get off work tonight?”

I laughed, “Hell no!”

“Why not?” as he peered at me with a drink in his hand.

I couldn’t help but laugh harder, “I couldn’t handle a hot, hard guy when I got off work.”

He appeared relieved but still wanted to stab me, “I knew it! I knew you couldn’t handle it!” and then went on down the line of defenseless, female dealers sitting deadspreads.

I heard that he’s a dealer at The Mirage. I used to deal to him at The Mirage before I moved over to Bellagio. Hysterical!

Thank God the stampede isn’t running around with a bulge in their pants…woops, yes they are…it’s the chips and cash in their pockets.