Sometimes dealing is the biggest blast possible on the planet. It’s right up there with wonderful fresh evenings when the breeze teases your thoughts and the sun paints an incredible sky as it leaves you for the night, and great foot massages, and friends that stop to give you a hug and cheery ‘hi’, and little kids laughter as they run to give you a giant, happy to see you hug. Yummy!
A few of those fun things.
I slipped into a $4-8H game only to hear the 4s ask me why I was still dealing – he thought with all the money I made I’d be long gone by now. Hello Peter! The 2s was MIA when I sat down. He returned and Peter introduced me to Al Capone Junior, a man about town, and a 2+2 poster. What fun. It really livens up a half hour when you get to interact with a few of the players.
As I got pushed out of the down, I heard, “LINDA!” from behind me on the rail. Hello and a big hug from Grubby! Nice.
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While dealing another $4-8H game, the 2s was in a terminal groan zone – moaning on and on about his bad luck to every one andyet to no one. Perhaps the Card Fairy was listening. From the 6s on, that table was gambling. There was a lag in the first five seats that seemed to stop all motion except for the groaning 2s.
The 6s was an older gent that had a beautiful twinkle in his eye and he did take some off beat, out of position rags and turn them into pot stacking monsters.
Pocket Aces showed three times during my down and none of them survived the trampling of the deck. The last time they died under the stampede, the 2s had them and the 6s held the hand that ran them over.
OMG! Poor 2s…you’d have thought someone was taking his left lung out with a shovel.
Then the 2s picked up A-J and raised, he ended up all-in with several callers, including the 6s. A four flush in hearts came, along with two Jacks, and before the dust started to settle, as the side pot war raged on between three players, the 2s was groaning, “If I lose this hand, I’m done.” *standing up now, repeating his last statement*
I’m sure everyone at the table, including me was saying a silent, “Thank you, God! Please let that guy go somewhere else and make other people miserable.”
Sho ‘enuf, Sunshine.
The 6s turned over an Ace high flush. Stack ’em baby. The 2s picked up and hit the door as promised. The 3s shook his head, exclaiming that he wondered if he himself would survive if he counted on playing for a living. There was a general rumble of laughter and understanding but everyone was glad the 2s was gone.
A few hands later, the 6s laid his hand down about three inches from his fingers. As the pre-flop action came around, the 7s was folding and started to scoop the 6s’s cards towards the muck with his own cards. I was watching the 6s, he was calling. I managed to grab what I was sure was the 6s’s cards and push them back. He didn’t even know what had happened. We were all laughing as the 7s was apologizing. I asked the 6s to be sure and check his cards and make sure they were the right ones, instead of getting to the end of the hand and then turning them up to a surprise. It was all funny and a very enjoyable down. Even though the 2s was unhappy (been there, know how it feels), he was a large part of the picture and what made the game what it was.
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In dealing another $5-10NLH and a player’s chips not all clearing the line in a bet, I pushed back the two extra chips and stated what the best was…of course, that’s my job. He told me that in playing over the last four hours, not one dealer before me had said a word.
I said, “Then I apologize for the other dealers, Sir.”
It brought laughter and a lot of smiling chuckles. Whew! Easy out.
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Another $4-8H game, the 5s was very talkative and asked me questions about dealing to name brand players and what it was like, etc., etc., etc. He said he asked all dealers this question and wanted my response, if I could put someone six feet under, who would it be?
UGH!
I told him I didn’t think like that. I couldn’t ever consider putting anyone under.
He then went to the easier side of it; who was the player I truly wished would go somewhere else. I told him it was J.C. Pearson, Puggy’s brother. I asked him what most dealers answered. He said it was Sammy Farha. Ouch! I told him I loved Sammy and found him to be very funny and entertaining. Then he asked me who I liked to deal to the most. My reply was, “To the person that’s going to tip me the most.”
He busted out laughing.
Honest, I’m only in it for the insurance and 401K. I don’t give a crap about the money. *on the floor laughing*