I have a little ‘siz’ going on in my brain right now. I’m not really barking, just sharing some events that make me wonder if these people really think…or listen. I’m thinking that if I didn’t know me, and I took a seat in my game, I would be able to tell just by the way I greeted me, and asked if I wanted to post $X and be dealt in right now, or wait for the blind, etc., etc., etc., I would be able to tell that by the way me handled the game, the deck, the deal, and politely made my request for ‘Blinds, please,” and all of that, I would know that me wasn’t new and that me knew how to do my stuff. Therefore, I wouldn’t try to correct me before me did anything wrong, or even try to jump in and do anything unless I thought me was seriously going to make a mistake. Well a lot of the rest of the world that plays poker just can’t figure that out…that’s what the ‘siz’ is all about.
Some of it started last week. I pushed into an $80-160 H – main game – and as I stated, “This is a Time Pot,” a player came from a must move game and sat down three hands out of the blind. My normal stance – I said, “You will need to pay $8 for Time, or be dealt in right now for free.”
Jump my shit kids. Four players took off on me, “He’s from a must move game. He doesn’t have to post.”
I was feeling a little bit pushed and I replied, “What part of ‘free’ did you miss.”
The 2s informed me that I shouldn’t ARGUE with them. Like as in what are they? God? Will I be struck down by lightning because I’m going to suffer the wrath of an $80-160 player? Kee-rist!
I replied that I wasn’t arguing. And to save me from any further noise, the player that I queried stated that he understood me perfectly and there was no reason for any one to say anything and I should deal him in. Thank you sweet child! He gave me the big smile and when I pushed him pots, he took very good care of me.
Then I had the sheer delight of dealing the $40-80 Mixed game, little slice of hell in the middle of heaven that it is, and a player moved during High Lo Regular and his seat was filled by a newcomer. When we went to Deuce to 7, the player that moved had moved away from his SB. Since the game was full, he was to be dealt out until the BB, and the new player could step right into the BB. Not to worry, a huge argument ensued over who could do what and I called Boba for a decision. Jordan was in the game and he did a ‘take charge’ kind of thing. I asked Boba about the player moving out of the SB; decision is that he waits for the BB. Could the new player take the BB (most of us already know the answer to that but some of them can’t figure out that someone has to take the BB so why not let the new guy take it since we aren’t going to have a SB). Boba sort of walked away on that one with Jordan and I putting our statement together, “Of course he can.”
But keep in mind that it’s never quiet or easy in this game. They aren’t playing high enough limit to make their own rules and they try to make up the rules as they go and most of the dealers allow it to happen.
As Boba walked away, the 2s quipped, “Jordan, I know you play here every day. I would take your word for any ruling.”
I couldn’t stop myself. “I only deal here once a week. I wouldn’t know anything.”
Rafael saved me from making a total idiot of myself. He said, “I’ve never known Jordan or Linda to make a mistake on any ruling.”
I thanked him. I didn’t know the 2s. It’s incredibly irritating for anyone to bypass you like you have no idea what you are doing, yet they give you $$ when you push them a pot. Does that mean dealers are the homeless in uniform and our begging cup is our shirt pocket? Fuck!
Well let’s just jump right into tonight. I went in, signed the E/O Play list, drew 24 as my start in the line-up, dealt two games, and I was out to play. I took a seat in a $4-8 game and managed to never win a hand for two hours. It wasn’t pretty. I was called to start a game once, dealt four hands, and got out to deal, then called back to the line-up, at which time I just picked up what was left of my ‘no win a pot’ chips and hit the dealer’s chair. That part of it was fairly simple. No strain or pain and I dealt.
But here I am – back to the ‘sharing my thoughts’ thing I started with. I hit a $30-60 H game in which the action was pretty incredible. I knew two people at the table – all the rest were strangers. Shawn was in the 8s – he used to play only high limit Stud and converted to Holdem. He’s always been hot tempered, likes to zing the cards when he’s losing, and he’s been a stranger to my shift for quite some time…I hadn’t seen him in years. The 2s’s name is Sam. I asked what his name was after I got pushed out of this down…what an asshole. The 9s was really on the ‘gamble mode’ and I’d never seen him before…an older gent with a nice attitude that just wanted to play poker.
Linda (last name used to be Ryke) was in the 6s. I haven’t seen her in at least four years, maybe longer, and she was one of my biggest fans for the way I ran and dealt a game. It was so nice to touch bases with her since she used to play every day at the Mirage – years ago – it was like seeing an old friend. She said she has hardly played in the last 10 years. Some people just walk away from the game.
Sam and the 9s went to war in a hand in which a Jack on the River put a gut shot straight possible on the board. I did not touch their last bets/raises until the 9s seemed unsure of how much he needed to put in after he raised and got reraised and it happened several times. With five bets each and a raise from Sam, the 9s looked like he wasn’t sure what he owed the pot. I reached over to simply pull his stacks into $120 each so he would know what/where he was with the betting.
Sam snapped, “Don’t touch our bets!”
DOH!
I replied, “I only wanted him to know what his bets were and what he owed the pot.”
Sure enough, they split the pot and I chopped up the center and pushed it.
Close to the last hand I dealt, the 5s had about $150 in $5 chips in front of him. I had $60 in $10 chips in the rack and changed them for him before the hand started. The hand started with raising and action and of course, Sam, the guy that had to tell me how to do my job was in up to his ears. Who can even remember the flop? Action, action, action! The Turn brought a bet, Sam raised, the 5s raised by counting out some $10 chips and the rest of his $5 chips, and while I was trying to help him with it, the original bettor was calling, and Sam started in on me, “Can you figure it out, honey?”
I started to break down and count out what the 5s actually had in front of him. It came to $170; he was shy of a full raise by $10.
Sam kept wheedling, “Do you need help? Can you figure it out?”
I was a little snappy when I said, “Stop it!”
The other player had bet $60 – Sam raised it to $120 – the 5s made it $170. I told the other player what he owed the pot, he called, I announced to Sam that he owed $50 more and he put in $120 more – raising the other player. I gave Sam back $10 and pulled the other player’s $60 and Sam’s $60 into a side pot. On the River, Sam and the other player put in another $60 each. The 5s made a wheel – winning the main pot, Sam won the side pot. Sam began lamenting about the beat and the hand and the pot, as I pushed him the side pot.
Then Sam started making a lot of noise about the fact that he had put in $120 more and the 5s only had $50, and I interrupted him to state that I had given him back the $10. He informed me he wasn’t talking to me; he was talking to the player next to him. I told him, again, that I had given him back the $10 and the pot was right – keep in mind that he was still talking and never stopped, to the player next to him supposedly, but it was aimed at me. He told me, again, that he wasn’t talking to me.
The 8s said, “She did it right. The pot was right.”
Sam continued to bitch that he had put too much money in the pot and I said, “Why don’t you listen. He is telling you how much you had in the pot,” as I motioned to the 8s.
The 8s chimed, “Let the dealer do her job.”
Sam replied, “We would – if they could. We would – if they could.”
WTF? I couldn’t zip my lip. I snorted, “It is my first day. And you are so helpful. Thank you so much.”
I wanted to rip his heart out and show it to him before he died.
I didn’t do anything wrong during this down – or make a mistake – or create any wrinkles – and he’s implying that I can’t do anything right because I’m an idiot. Dip Flip! Of course he didn’t say anything else. I got pushed.
The End!
