On my Friday I dealt one game and took a break, then I was out to play. The game was $20-40 Omaha 8 or Better with a half kill. While the chips were definitely going into the pot, no one was in a rush to act. I knew two of the players and have dealt to them since early Mirage Days, Laurie and Double A. The others were all new faces.

Late in my down, a giant mistake occurred. The 7s had barely played a hand other than the blind and he’s the one the mistake happened with. While I feel it is my fault, I also feel it’s the player’s responsiblity in this particular type of mistake and I refuse to feel that I’m totally out of line…which he implied.

It went like this. Raises pre-flop. The 1s, 2s, 4s, 7s, and 9s were in the hand. The 1s and 2s checked the Flop, the 4s bet $30 (it was a Kill), the 7s’s cards were covered and he never made a move, the 9s folded, the 1s and 2s called, I pulled in the bets and announced, “Three players,” tapped the table, and at the same time I burned and turned off the Turn card, the 7s threw in $30.

The funny part of it was that everyone was playing so slow, the 7s had plenty of time to stop the action. I called for a decision. Nate arrived. I explained. Nate thought for a moment, talking through the action, since the player allowed three people to act behind him, his hand was dead. The 7s got his $30 back and relinquished his hand. I apologized. The 7s did make the comment, “…the dealer was messing around.”

I never said a word. I haven’t figured out how I was messing around…go figure…how in the hell do you let three people act behind you without saying something?

I left the box for the other side of the green felt. I spent the next four hours with a bunch of crazies in a $4-8 H game. We chattered back and forth, I won, clocked out at 11:30, drank two “ultras”, and hit the door to start my weekend.

*****

I visited Spring Mountain Ranch State Park with Viv, Greg, and Wayne Saturday night to watch Dr. Seussical. Great fun – cool breezes after the sun dropped – we brought chairs, wine, beer, sandwiches, cards, and hung out under the stars watching and listening to a magical, muscial extravaganza.

I brought my favorite Catch a Bubble and blew bubbles in intermittent spurts before the show started. People in front of me had them stuck in their hair and clothes…hey, they are water soluble. The kids went nutz with the bubbles flying through the air…jumping up to try and grab and catch them. Wayne took the task of bubbling while I hit the bathroom at one point. When I waltzed back out into the open air, bubbles were drifting everywhere…good job, Wayne. I gave two vials of bubbles to kids around me.

I have more fun than the law allows sometimes…I took water guns too and gave each of my buddies one – after I squirted them. I know it was unfair but no one said all things have to be equal. I thought we would have a water fight but they let me blast them without blasting back. Umhnnnn! Maybe they’re setting me up for a bucket of water over the head. Wayne did shoot me in the chest and said something about a Wet T-shirt Contest. That’s really funny…

I recommend the Spring Mountain Ranch show to everyone. I thoroughly enjoyed it and will be there again this year.