Even though the room is fairly quiet, it’s a screamer about 10 p.m. when everyone and their best friend and their best friend’s dog comes through the door to get on a list. During dinner hourthe tables start to fall apart and by 10 or 11, we start a whole new poker room – or so it seems.

The games are rocking and rolling, very few of them are slow and lack action. I did deal one $30-60H game this week that made me want to sleep through it. And one session of $20-40 Stud that was four handed and a drag. We usually have one $20-40 Stud game a night, sometimes two – the second one is a must move game. This particular $20-40, the 1s was fuel injected and ready to blow. He lost a pot where he made trip 7’s on 6th street and got beat by a straight. Imagine that! He cursed.

“Language, please.”

He stomped, he had a fit, even mumbled something about shooting the guy that beat him. Then burst out with another tantrum after the next hand started, “That’s the third time you’ve beaten me like that…” looking at the 5s.

I did the, “Take a deep breath. Come on, this is poker.”

He seemed to settle but still mumbled, grumbled each time he got a new card. The game settled into a bore. Almost at the end of my down, when the 4s and 5s were on 6th street, checking it out on a $60 pot, I burned and dealt 6th street, check, check, burn and deal 7th street, only to hear the 1s tell me I dealt the cards backwards. Yikes!!! I did? I gave the 5s his card first? Then the 1s went on to tell me that I’d done it on 6th also. KEE-RIST! I have no idea. I could have went to Mars…maybe I was still there. Nobody knew – except the 1s was adamant so they decided to just split the pot. I went with it. Hell if I know. The worst of it is that no one seemed to even care.

I can’t help but wonder, why if I did it on 6th street, why didn’t the 1s say something then? Perhaps I didn’t really do it and he was just still flipping out, but then it’s possible that I really did do it. I did it once before in my dealing career – about three years ago while dealing a piece of crap heads-up $40-80 Stud game in which A.J. Meyers was one of the players. When I dealt Fifth Street, he looked at me and asked, “Now why would you do that?”

I had no idea what he was even talking about. He told, in a nice manner, and we just reversed the cards. Maybe I’m 7 card stud dyslexic, hell if I know.