Heat! Yup, I got it! Only on one table though and not in Bobby’s Room. And yes, I dealt both of the games running in Bobby’s Room. My start was 40B…take a break and get ready to dive into the line-up from hell. That’s what I did. I had a lot of problems following the dealer in front of me. He’s new. Not sure where he worked before Bellagio snagged him out of the spawning dealers swimming upstream but he landed right in front of me. I pushed him out of Table 1. Half $1,000-2,000 PLH and $2,000-4,000 Omaha 8 or Better. Chip was in the 1s and I asked him what the ‘cap’ was on the PLH. $200,000…that means each player can’t put more than $200,000 in each hand they play.

Nate appeared, before my butt hit the seat, with a handful of lammers. The rack is supposed to have $1,500 in it for that limit and I required a fill of $1,270. Obvious oversight on the new dealers part as there were 70 blue chips, two red chips, and eight green chips. I couldn’t even break down a $100 chip to take Time with. Chit Mon! Good thing Nate was on top it or I would have been screaming for a fill while I was trying to take Time out of the first pot.

This game consisted of a new player in the 1s, Lyle – 2s, Minh – 3s, 4s – walking, Doyle – 5s, Johnny World – 6s, Sammy F. – 7s, and Chip – 8s. I slipped through it without any brain bruises or problems.

Tables 2 and 3 were down and I headed for Table 4. $400-800 7 Card Stud. The 2s was walking and a towel was thrown over the 2s’s chips for a play-over. An absolute “NO-NO!” All play-overs must be counted down by the Floor Person and covered with a clear, plastic play-over box. Another stab from the dealer I’m pushing. He should have done that…did he know? I have no idea how informed our new staff is coming in. I stopped Skip as he passed the table and pointed out to him that I had a playover and needed the chips counted down. He complied…verbalizing on how did that happen? I told him the new dealer may not know the procedure. This game wasn’t any fun. Mimi was in the 4s and she showboats so much on each action she takes that it gets OLD fast.

Table 5 was $300-600 Mixed. Another bone and gristle kind of game when I wanted a slice of pie. Table 6, $25-50 NLH. It was a distorted kind of mess as I had four walkers and one of them I had given the fourth ‘no player’ button to. He should have been picked up 15 minutes after he received the third button from the – OMG, same deal – the dealer in front of me. I called for a List Person at least four times, they were so busy, so much noise and confusion, and games to the max that it took forever to get it straightened out…in the meantime we lost another player and I was trying to get that seat filled. All in all, it was fairly easy except for the stress of the pick-up and the empty seat for too long a time. Now…why would I suffer any stress over it? Because I keep hearing it from the players, nudging and reminding me, asking me what’s going on with that seat and that player, etc., etc., etc.

On to the only low limit I game dealt in the night, a $4-8 H game on Table 8. On Table 8 the Dealer’s back is to the rail. When I got tapped out, I turned around to “Linda!” and found LarryBud. Our first meeting, although we’ve exchanged posts before. Nice break in a long night.

Bobby’s Room was waiting on Table 10. I never got my brain straightened out in this game. It was embarrassing. They were playing $1,500-$3,000 Mixed and I just couldn’t get a focus on the chips and limit until about the third hand into my down. They were also playing Deuce to 7 Triple Draw seven handed instead of six handed…run out of cards…yup. Johnny World was in the 1s and he was more than helpful while I was being an idiot. David G. was in the 4s and he was helpful too. GOD! I hate it when my brain takes a LOA and my body remains behind to fade the aftermath. I didn’t make any mistakes or errors but I just butt-fumbled through a few things that make me look like it’s my first day.

Table 11, met a guy from Montana that wondered if he knew me from the old days. Nope…as it turns out. But he was talkative and the game was easy to deal, $15-30 H.

The HEAT happened on Table 12. $800-1,600 H. It had been three handed but the 1s decided to move to the 5s and sit out for awhile. That left Aaron – 2s, and Peter – 7s slamming it out heads-up. Slamming might not even be the correct verbiage but Peter’s hand didn’t know how to BRAKE! He just kept pumping until he was busted. He went for more chips.

While Peter was gone, Aaron took a walk with his cellphone and Aaron’s sweater remained. A player I’ve dealt to before, don’t know his name, pleasant and plays higher limit, sat down in the 1s to visit. He showed me how to band $10,000 together into a neat little packet as he counted and settled his own funds. He turned the conversation to Peter, asking me if I’d heard about Peter losing over a $100,000 on the color of a card. “Nope,” I said.

The 1s told me that Peter had been playing the night before in a game and bet $50,000 on the color of a card coming off the deck. Peter lost. He promptly bet $50,000 on the color of the next card coming off the deck and lost that too. Aaron’s sweater said he’d heard it was $120,000 – not $100,000.

Ouie-Kadouie. How does that happen?

Heat time. Peter returned with $10,000, looking for Aaron to continue the game. Aaron returned, the 5s now took the blind and they were playing three handed. Aaron made a comment about Peter’s only having $10,000. Peter said he had more on the way and would play behind. I told them they couldn’t play behind. They argued with me. I said, “No playing behind.”

Mary C. was walking past the table and I asked her to find Kamell, I was going to need a decision. Aaron and Peter were making a deal that they would just do it anyway. Kamell arrived. I asked, “Can they play behind.”

Kamell told them no, it was against gaming regulation. Fortunately for me, Kamell walked away from the table, towards the center of the room but didn’t leave the area. I don’t believe Aaron even noticed that Kamell was about six feet from the table listening to the conversation.

Aaron snapped at me, “That’s why players get pissed off at dealers, Linda. We said we would play the board.”

He was implying that they had changed their mind and would only play table stakes and I was creating the problem by calling for a decision. I did not hear any of that, and if they did, it was only after they knew I had asked for a decision and they knew they were not going to be able to pull it off.

I replied, “I work for Bellagio, Aaron, not for you. I do what Bellagio tells me to do.”

He continued on the vein that I was out of line for even calling for a decision. Kamell stepped up to the table and stated that the reason he had arrived for a decision was that playing behind was a repetitive issue with the same players and they were not playing behind. It was dropped there. The game went on.

David O. sat down next to Peter. Aaron and David did a little tete-a-tete on Aaron paying David not to play in his game…that lasted about 40 seconds. David posted the blind and I dealt. Peter lost all of his chips again – to David this time – and left for more money. I got pushed.

Later – when I looked over from another game, Peter was there, slamming it out with Aaron and a few other players.

I briefly wondered if Aaron or anyone else out there knows that players get pissed at the drop of a hat. It doesn’t take much to set them off. Do I care? Only if I make a mistake or didn’t hear ‘raise’ or something else that pertains to game play. If it’s over house rule or getting a hand beat GROW UP! And remember – getting pissed off only hurts you…it puts your chips in jeopardy.