Tyson – he’s cute, spunky, Asian, been around a long time, and totally funny. He plays $30-$60 Holdem and one night, when the game was short handed – three Caucasians and three Asians – the chips were literally being poured into the pot, the action was so fast. One hand came down to all raises pre-flop, all raises on the flop, with three players.

Tyson looked at me and asked, “Who’s in? Just us yellow colored players?”

I almost spit. He had a mischievous little gleam in his eye and enjoyed his own joke…and he was right, it was all the Asian players.

Another night, a woman walked by our game wearing a flimsy top that left nothing to the imagination. She definitely had the figure for it and had her shoulders back and head up. Some comments were made about her attire and what did she think she was doing?

I piped up with, “Hey, one night at the Mirage, a woman walked through the poker room wearing a see through, plastic outfit. The only hidden spot was her pubic area.”

Tyson ripped out with, “Hey, take it easy. That was my mother!”

Hysterical! We all chuckled.

Tonight, he was rocking and rolling, double clutching the game into high gear as he raised, re-raised, and re-raised his way through several hands while carrying on a conversation with the player next to him. He has the smoothest action when it comes to two/three betting a player heads up, the chips roll out as if they were attached by a string, sliding out across ice.

A player passed our game with a lit cigarette. Boba, supervisor, immediately exclaimed, “Sir, this is a nonsmoking room! You have to put that out.”

Without missing a beat with a raise and watching the hand, Tyson yelled, “Give me a drag first.”

Love that guy!