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All kinds of homeless chips running across the green felt tonight. Most of the games I dealt were pretty easy going. One big BLACK spot on the night was dealing to J.C.P. in a $80-$160 Omaha 8 or Better game. There’s no reason to explain or add anything about him here, he’s drowning in a sea of black karma and there are no life vests in sight.

I ran into two high limit games…no, I don’t consider $80-$160 high limit…one was on Table 11. The game was $200-$500 Blind Pot Limit Omaha. It was four handed with none other than George P. in the 2s. At one point a gent came to the table and wanted to play but he wanted to lower the buy-in to $10,000. Ben and the other two players were willing but George said no way. After the guy left, George went on to explain that Ben was the good guy and he, George, was the bad guy.

During this down, a guy came staggering over, looking for Table 10. I told him it was the next table and even pointed to it. He tried to pull out a chair and sit down, asking if this was $4-$8 Holdem. Well yeah…he’d had a little too much to drink but he was the only funny part of the game.

The other high limit game was three handed with the guy that George wouldn’t accommodate by making the buy-in $10,000. $50 and $100 Blind Pot Limit Omaha. A total dud from a dealer point of view.

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One freak that I deal to from time to time, plays up and down…mostly down because he’s explained to players in a $1-$5 Stud game that he’s perfecting a ‘craps system’. Don’t think that won’t keep you broke.

He plays anything from $1-$5 up to $15-$30. Tonight he must have finally figured out all the quirks in the ‘craps system’ because he was playing $20-$40 Stud. He sat down about half way through my down, anteed, gave up to a raise, and then told me to deal him out. I did. We’ve had more than one war because he’s lost a hand when I’m dealing and I’ve dealt to him a lot of times over the years. He’s paranoid, superstitious, rude, and those are his good points.

He moved to the 6s and decided to ante. A few hands later we got a new player in the empty 4s. Vinnie was in the 5s and walking and his chair was pushed way over into the area of the 4s. When the new player arrived, during a hand, I asked him to just move Vinnie’s chair over.

The Freak jumped all over me, telling me not to worry about the player and his seat, ‘JUST DEAL THE GAME’.

The new player looked at me and we both laughed…so did everyone else at the table. The Freak kept demanding that I deal the game and I finally, flatly said, “I will deal the game. Don’t tell me how to do it.”

He TOLD me to put a yellow button in front of him (as in deal him out). I did. He sat there and glared and stared and glared at me. Me, master of my energy and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, set my shields and ricocheted those hate rays right back at him.

When the next dealer was standing behind me, the Freak threw the yellow button into the rack. I hated the way he threw it. I picked it up and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to keep it?”

He sneered at me, “Put it in your pocket, it’s what you deserve.”

I said, “If you just take it with you, you never have to tell the dealer to give you one.

He cut me off, blabbing about what I deserved and some other sizzle that meant he couldn’t express himself well.

I put my hand out to him…as in talk to the hand.

Vinnie had returned to the game and he said, “Just consider the source, Linda.”

I nodded.

The Freak made some comment that went like, “…but you are so much smarter than me…”

God! Don’t think I didn’t have a reply for him here…but I just gave him more of the hand.

The table was laughing at him, I was moving to the next game. And yes, I am smarter than him. He’s the one that’s trapped with his thoughts.