Poker! That is the real world, isn’t it? I’d hate to think that the daily living we do is the real world, kinda depressing actually. Perhaps poker is life on steroids, each little segment of a day of poker is like playing out a scene in life to a degree where all the misfits and weirdos people get together to meet and greet and see if they can beat the hell out of each other. So was the case last week.
I headed in to Vegas and planned to bring the Riot guy home with me but before I did, I met Marie at the Orleans for a friendly game of poker. I texted Greg Patterson (newly marrieds) to see if he could meet us there. I had a CD of pictures I’d taken of Greg and Amy’s wedding and had promised to deliver a copy to them. Greg met us. Amazingly we all managed to get into a $4-8 Omaha 8 game and I even won the first hand I played. Wowie-Kadowie! But we were all on a $4-8H list and I got my seat first. Marie made it to my table as did Greg. Funny part of it was that James took the seat I left at the $4-8 O8B game and he’s Wayne’s roommate. They had met for lunch and James came to play poker and Wayne left…we just missed each other that day.
Marie and I managed a seat beside each other and Greg got one down in the middle of the table. It was not a fun poker game and none of us put anything together. I picked up Aces once and raised it on a kill pot and got 2 callers. The flop was all spades and I had the Ace of clubs. The UTG bet out and I folded. He showed the 7-2 of spades. I didn’t bother to ask him if he was a blogger. They have/had a huge jackpot at the Orleans and I can’t figure giving away your dough on a 7-2 as you can’t even qualify for the jackpot with the hand…WTF do I know? Nadda!
Before Marie and I got a seat beside each other, I beat the guy next to her in the 2s in a hand. He threw his cards clear down the table at me – I was in the 8s. Amazing…I’m not even a dealer anymore and they still throw cards at me. The guy next to me verbally blasted the guy throwing his cards, stating he did the same thing the day before when he lost a hand, they did a dialogue dance for a few minutes and the 2s was really pissy. He was on tilt and straddled the BB, I looked down to A-9 and knew I had him beat then, I raised, everyone folded, he raised, I raised, and he went all-in. Of course he had K-7 off and hit a King. He was just getting called to another game and started to pick up the pot as the dealer pushed it to him. I loudly said, “Oh, wait!”
He stopped long enough to look at me and hear me say, “I forgot to throw my cards.”
He left in a huff. Fucktard.
About an hour later, was when I gave it up for the afternoon. Greg said he was leaving shortly after that. Marie? I don’t know how long she toughed it out for but I’ve never seen her fold so many hands in a row. NEVER! She usually plays 70% more hands than I do when we are playing together.
We agreed that we should have just stayed in the O8B game and bagged the damn Holdem.
Friday I will be in Vegas, kicking it with the bloggers that come every year in December. Most of us will meet at the MGM poker room for some el-cheapo mixed game bash and we will be battling it out in a tournament at the Venetian on Saturday. I expect to kick back and enjoy the crowd.
And poker on the internet? I’ve been getting bashed as usual. But tonight I landed 4th place in a PL Badugi game on PokerStars and reeled in a gigantic $27.36 from a $2.20 buy-in and kicked butt on 148 other players. YIP-YIP-YIPPPEEEE! It’s the first blood I’ve drawn in forever.