My next day of dealing, which I believe was the 25th, consisted of two deadspreads and Suzie asked me and Grace if we wanted to go deal live games at the Excelsior Casino. The Excelsior is in the Holiday Inn. The Ultimate Bet Tournaments were held in the Ballroom at the Holiday last year and had nothing to do with the poker room in the Excelsior. So…we said “Yes!”

We figured the worst that could happen is that we could get there, not deal, and leave when we felt like it or get there, deal, and still leave when we felt like it…after all, we had no obligation to anyone and weren’t under contract with anyone other than Ultimate Bet. The Excelsior was going to be hosting a ‘big’ live game later in the night and that was one of the reasons that some of us were asked to go.

We walked the beach side to the Holiday, taking our time, and went in and introduced ourselves to Marta, the poker room manager. She was extremely busy and very friendly, asking us to take a seat in the back and relax for a few minutes because she had to put her dealers in live games before she could/would do anything with us. We accepted and relaxed at two empty tables in the back of the room. Several dealers that were in our group were now playing in a game next to us. Michael, the Casino owner, came over and introduced himself to us. He told us that all the dealers in the casino had to share their tips, poker/pit, etc. We were asked to leave all of our tips in the center tube in the rack and write down how much we made each down, we would be compensated for them when we were done for the night but the tips in the rack would be picked up every hour and put into boxes for dividing between the crew later. We agreed.

Within a half hour, Marta started a $5-$10 spread limit Holdem game at the table I was at. It was easy to deal and quite active, lots of money slamming into the pots. Grace ended up going into the ballroom to deal. New games were starting as fast as Marta could find people to deal them because Ultimate Bet held a drawing each night, and had for the last five nights, for a $6,200 seat in the Tournament…it was almost time for the drawing. I moved into a game that was $2-$4 Blind, NLH…just starting and by the time I sold chips and dealt one hand, I was pushed to the next game which was a $2-$5 Blind PLH game.

About this time, Ben Affleck, Russ Hamilton, The Devil Fish, and a few more showed up to start a game. They were still talking and getting the game set up as I went by to a $4-$8 Holdem game. The rail was lined with beauties all leaning in to get a look at Ben. Even more amazing was that the rail didn’t collapse with them pressing into each other and leaning over it. I can’t help but wonder how he can even stand to go out in public…

In the $4-$8 game, the player in the 10s waited until I dealt the 2nd hand before he asked me if I was “Linda…Pokerworks Linda?”

He was hysterical. David from Canada, he said he’d written me about the order of the posts – back some time ago – and wanted them to load oldest to newest, did I remember? Yes, I did! He went on to say that he knew I was coming to Aruba and he started checking out all the female dealers, even if they were 20, even though I’d said I started dealing in 1940 or sometime in there…lots of laughter here…he was determined to meet me. It’s funny that I would meet him at the Excelsior because I wasn’t even supposed to be dealing there…life is strange. David beat the hell out of his good friend, Jim, that started with A-K and David started with A-Q catching runner, runner, to land a Straight on the River. *Begin Edit* I just got a note from David that it wasn’t ‘runner, runner’, he flopped a two card straight and a four flush. Slap my fingers and my mouth. Damn it! Guess I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have been but did I forget to add that every time I turned a card off the deck, David yelled, “Red Ace!” Maybe that’s why my brain went into ‘runner, runner’. They had money flying back and forth to each other for almost every card that came off the deck and the Red Ace was worth $100…I think…if I’m wrong I bet he’ll let me know. *End of Edit*

About this time the drawing for the $6,200 seat was starting. Lots of noise and confusion, screaming, excitement from all the players in the room. There were two dealers in my game that came from Vegas to deal the Ultimate Bet event.

There are no numbers on the tables so a card was brought around to each table and we were designated as ‘table 8’. Everyone at my table was screaming, “DRAW TABLE 8…TABLE 8…TABLE 8!” Either the screaming and mindset paid off or something was crazy in the world of luck because – sure enough – the winner was going to be drawn from Table 8.

Now the players at my table were all screaming at each other and trying to make a deal…the winner of the seat was to give everyone at the table $100 in cash. Russ Hamilton arrived with someone in a suit from the pit and Michael, Casino Manager/Owner. The noise and screaming jumped into a mind numbing roar as they all finally agreed to the $100 to each player deal and then all started screaming for their seat # to be drawn.

Russ spread 10 cards, face down on the table while the screaming went into ‘you’re never going to hear after this’ mode. Seat # 4 was chosen…his brother was in the 5s and they jumped up, screaming, hugging, and ‘high fiving’ each other. He handed over the $100 to everyone, the dealers at my table screamed for everyone to give me $5, they did! WooHoo! I got pushed…20 minute downs there.

My next game was back to the $2-$4 blind NLH game I’d been through earlier, I dealt it and the $2-$5 blind PLH game again and was out for a break. The place got much quieter as the drawing was over and the games were breaking down. The Big Game had started and Marta told me she would try to send me through it. Did I care? No! I can deal those games every day in Vegas.

Grace and I were asked to relax for a few minutes and see if we were still needed…we were not. Marta took a few minutes to visit with us and I wonder how many of us that live in the States would handle her job well. She started her day by standing out on the street passing out flyers – along with some of her dealers – for the poker room; followed by starting games and dealer line-ups, and on and on and on, late into the night. She explained that her dealers were afraid we would come in and take their jobs so she had to reassure them that we were only helping out and they had to deal before we could…we were fine with all of it and she was delightful, leaving us with, “Thank you for coming and I hope you will cooperation with me again.”

I only dealt about an hour and twenty minutes. It was fun, no pressure. They are allowed to smoke in the room but not at the table, that didn’t stop them, however. Although no one around me was smoking, my throat hurt within an hour. The poker room has a sunken floor and a lower ceiling…the smoke seems to grow in the area.

*****

On a really down side of our trip – a few of our dealers were out on 4wheelers and two of them were hurt when one of the 4wheelers went down. Nicole was seriously injured, she’s in the hospital, stable but has a broken pelvis and other injuries. Neil had minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises. We’re all in shock over it and hoping/praying for the best.

*****

Just for you kids that love the episodes of the ‘Big Game’…played at Bellagio in Vegas…check this out:
http://www.cardplayer.com/poker_magazine/archives/showarticle.php?a_id=14268

This “H & G” as in ‘hi and goodbye’. I’m set to load everything and head for the airport…stop in Georgia, a quick hop out over the ocean and “Hello Aruba”. Sweet! Wish I was a little better prepared but sometimes you just have to ‘go with the flow’ and that’s what I’m doing.

I hope to find a ‘hot spot’…sure the place where all the ‘nekkid’, good looking guys hang out…just kidding. A WIFI so I can just wirelessly network onto the internet. It probably won’t happen but if all else fails, I’m going to shoot for a standard dial-up that is available for Aruba Poker Players during this tournament (only problem is that everyone’s using it and it’s always busy) and I really do plan on putting up a post or two. So hopefully it won’t be over two weeks before I get back here.

I’m spending a few extra days, after the tournament is over, and checking out the island. I’ve been told there’s not a lot to it – oh well. I want to visit the lighthouse. They are so damn cool. Anyway, I still have pictures from last year that never made the website…cross my fingers…hope, wish, hope…I might find just a few more minutes in each day and get some of the ‘oldies’ and some of the new ones up.

More later.

I dealt a hand the other night that still has me completely baffled. The game was $25-$50 blind NLH. The party was just getting started, I had been playing in a $4-$8 Holdem game when I got picked up to deal this one. There was a lot of noise and general confusion as we waited for the brush person to bring chips to the table. A few of the players at the table were regulars. The 3s was from Colorado and the 9s was from Northern Idaho, just where I had spent my vacation a few weeks earlier. The 3s and the 9s knew each other…another poker game, another place.

The 9s, Mike, put a lot of chips into action, it was as if his hands were spring-tripped autoloaders. He liked to show his cards, heads up, when he was facing a large bet. In one hand he called a raise pre-flop and called a check on the Flop. The Turn gave him a four flush and a gut shot straight draw and when faced with an all-in bet, he turned his hand face up and exposed the 8-4 of Diamonds. He kept his hand in front of him, fiddled the cards back and forth on the table for at least two minutes before he decided to release the hand.

The very next hand, the player under the gun raised the bet to $200, Mike called without hesitation, the 1s called, and the 3s raised it to $1,500. The original raiser folded his hand. About the length of time it takes for one to bat their eyes is how long it took the Mike to think about calling the raise. It went to heads up immediately. The 3s jumped up and turned his back to the table. The Flop was A-K, little. Mike checked, and by now the three seat had returned to his seat and stated he was all-in.

Mike turned up J-J and started to fiddle with them. He kept his fingers on them while questioning the 3s… could he beat the jacks. They started talking about a deal. During this time the 3s never opened his hand. A few of the players got involved in a discussion about what kind of deal was feasible. It was my last hand of the down and it took at least eight minutes, a crowd gathered, Mike kept fiddling with his cards, and I sat patiently waiting for them to decide what they wanted to do. The first part of the discussion considered giving part of the pot back to the 3s and then running the cards for the remainder of the pot.

Finally one of the players suggested that all of the other players that were not involved in the hand just “Shut up!” That seemed to work fairly well, everyone got quiet. The three seat decided they had to count down all their remaining chips to see where they stood with the all-in. Mike had the 3s covered but not by much. Finally they agreed Mike would receive $1000 from the pot and the rest of it would go to the 3s. Several players wanted me to run out the board but as soon as it was suggested a lot of noise took place from the other players. I was told to drop the deck and push the pot, I did.

I had never seen anyone give up a pot without seeing their opponents cards. I puzzled over this for quite some time, even talking about it to a few players I knew, later in the night. Fortunately some of the mystery was cleared up for me tonight, the 17th. When I came in to work I ran into one of the players that had been in that game in the five seat. He was in the Sports Book visiting with several people. He took a moment to visit with me about the hand. He said what I had missed when I was counting out the bets as they were getting the pot straight, the 3s flashed his cards to Mike…he held K-K. Whew! I feel better now.

I am sometimes amazed at how much people know about house rules…just kidding. Because if the truth is known, the rules they are talking about must be the rules used in their own home game. The worst part of the scenario is that they want to argue about it even when they are wrong…that would include arguing with the supervisor and we all know the bottom line is the house decision is final. So when in Rome do as the Romans do.

I jumped into a $20-$40, 7 card stud game and the 1s had a roll of quarters in front of him. He went all-in about halfway through my down. I didn’t even ask him to put the roll of quarters into play. He won the hand and after I pushed the pot, Joe – 6s, decided to bring up the fact that the roll of quarters played in the hand.

I said they didn’t. He said they did and did a little dissertation on how it didn’t matter to him one way or the other but…he didn’t drop it either.

I said, “Well let me get a decision on it.”

He told me to get the decision another time and finished with “…you are wrong, Linda.” He flipped that out at me like he’d really given me the grand touche.

I said, “Ok, I can handle being wrong, I’d just like to get a decision for my own edification.”

Nate, Swing Supervisor, came by the table and I asked him about the roll of quarters. Nate said, “No, they don’t play.”

Joe corrected Nate. “Yes they do play, Nate…” and started to go into a dialogue dance when Nate cut him off.

“No they do not. That’s final!” and Nate walked away.

Joe explained to the table that Nate didn’t like him, that’s why the decision went that way.

When I clocked out, Jimmy, Grave Supervisor, was on shift and I only had to bring up the subject of Joe and the stud game. Jimmy looked at me, ” I told him no. Did you tell him no?”

Nuff said there. But I did carry it one step further. Out of curiosity, when I came in to work the following night, I asked Kamell the same question and received the same answer I got from Nate and Jimmy. So I guess if Joe knows the house rules he must remember them from his own game and remember if you ever play there that all change plays if you go all-in.

*****
On the night of the 9th, I attended the Poker Fantasy Camp Banquet. I arrived early at the Palms, and never having been there before, decided to take a tour of the casino. I’ve been in Las Vegas too long. All the casinos look the same to me, flashing lights, noisy machines, and the hustle and bustle of mankind running in every direction. As I cruised the perimeter of the casino, I found a final Camp tournament being played down in one of the ballrooms.

One of the contestants at the table was our own Tony H., (a regular at Bellagio) the subject of other posts here. He took second place in this tournament and managed to handle himself extremely well, mainly his temper. His temper is the subject of the other posts. Yes, he knows about the posts, I told him.

First place in this tournament was a $10,000 seat into the World Series of poker. Second place was $5,000 in cash…not a bad showing for a kid that plays at Bellagio.

There were numerous tournaments that took place and some single table tournaments. I wish I had more information on the basic format but unfortunately, working at night while the rest of the world happens during daylight hours, I tend to miss a lot of things because I love my sleep.

The Camp Participants had a question-and-answer period with Howard Lederer, Chris Ferguson, and Phil Gordon. They also played poker with these poker greats.

The morning after the banquet, a Celebrity Poker Tournament was to take place, a guest appearance by…some said it would be Gus Hanson…would take place and before the tournament was played, all the pros would again visit with the Participants.

Well hell, there I was sleeping again so I missed that too. That damn time clock is always in the way.

*****<

Soon I’m going to begin testing this statement, “I do this for a living,” as a normal routine check to see if I can say it and then NOT make a mistake. The phrase has escaped my lips approximately fifteen times in my dealing career. BOOM! As soon as I say it, I make a mistake. What the hell is up with that?

I skipped into a $20-$40 Omaha 8 or Better with a Kill. A few of the ‘usual suspects’ were in the game, namely Jay and Jeff. The field was comprised of new faces. They weren’t new players, just new faces.

The 1 and 2s were somewhere in their mid thirties and extremely impatient for A-C-T-I-O-N! The 10s had a horrible time looking at his cards, taking an extra 30-45 seconds, when the action came to him. And he was losing! Short chips through my whole down, finally dragging half of a small pot, I felt a slight sympathy tug for him.

The 1 and 2s kept barking, “He’s got to hurry up! Tell him to speed up!” when I dealt the first hand.

I snorted, “He’s entitled to look at his cards.”

They were on the verge of ‘grumble explosion’ but they eased up a little bit.

As I dealt the third or fourth hand, the 8s was the Button and he pushed the Button to his right, almost in front of the 7s. When I came around with the 2nd card, I asked him, “It’s your button isn’t it?”

He replied that it was and he had just moved it out of my way so I wouldn’t expose his cards. Super pet peeve of mine. Leave the damn button alone. I set it where I know I won’t hit it or expose a card…another post somewhere. I moved the Button back in front of him and flippantly exclaimed, “I do this for a living…at least sometimes.”

Jay chimed in that I was probably one of the very few that could make that claim. It’s always worse when someone gives you a compliment and then you really blow it.

Not to worry, within a few hands, mega action, I missed the 10s on a raise on the Flop, pulled the bets in, burned and turned. Ooops! The 10s and the 7s brought it up. Call for a decision. Finish the hand. A few hands later, I tried to pull the bets in without allowing the 10s, once again, to call a raise.

The 7s had a cute little smile on his face when he said, “I thought you said you did this for a living.”

I knew he was going to tag me on it and wondered how he missed the first mistake. I replied, “I said I ‘sometimes’. Tonight I’m only here because I snuck in after management went home.”

He laughed and replied, “We’re all ok with it.”

Jay laughed too and said he’d keep me from making any more mistakes. Whew!

When I escaped the down, I stopped behind the 7s, put my hand on his shoulder and said, “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to jump on the statement I made. I couldn’t believe you missed the first mistake.”

He was laughing. I thanked him for being gracious about it.

So…if you hear me make the statement now, it will simply be a test and not because I’m lipping off to a player. I hate tests, it always reminds me of the statement, “Pay attention now, there’s going to be a test later.”

Ernie! My first dealing experience with him was at the Mirage years ago. Jewish, elderly, snow skiing maniac, very active and appears to be quite healthy and able to play poker for another 100 years or so…has me laughing at his paranoid, lucky dealer superstition. We go through periods of time where he will not speak to me or even look at me…then we revert to what he must feel is a comfort zone, he talks to me non-stop while I’m dealing.

I dealt to him three nights in a row last week. The first incident was $30-$60 Holdem. When I approached the table, he was in the 2s and looked up at me and stated, “If you deal me a bad beat, Linda, I’m leaving!”

Not to worry, he called a raise from the 5s, (the 5s didn’t play a hand the first ten minutes of my down), heads-up and the Flop brought an Ace. Ernie called all the bets and the 5s showed him pocket Aces for a Set. Ernie flipped out, slammed his chips into the rack and left with comments like, “See, Linda, you did it to me!”

Me? Curious as to how he figured he got a bad beat when he never had the best hand.

The second incident. A new $15-$30 game started. Ernie was in the 9s. Kay was in the 10s with a Frog on top of her chips. The Frog was about two inches long and had gems for eyes. The 6 and 7s were young guys that were boisterous and chuckling and just looking at them had me smiling and laughing with them.

The 6s asked Kay, “Would you please cover the frog’s eyes? They are staring right at me!”

She looked straight ahead and ignored him.

The three of us cracked up as he took off again, “I don’t think I can play with those eyes staring at me.”

It was so ridiculous it was hard not to laugh.

Ernie jumped in, “You really shouldn’t be laughing.”

I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to choke. “Ernie, come on. Where’s your sense of humor?”

Ernie, “I don’t think you should say anything to her. Just leave her alone.”

Me, “Ernie, you don’t think that the frog’s eyes bothering him is funny?”

Ernie, “Oh! I didn’t even see the frog.”

So much for poker being a group awareness program.

The third incident. A $15-$30 Holdem game. Marla, a long time acquaintance, from the Montana days, was in the 6s. Ernie was in the 2s.

Marla and I exchanged ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ and I mentioned I was going to Aruba again to deal the Ultimate Bet Tournament. The 4s jumped in and wanted to know if I was ‘the Linda’…he said the subject of Aruba was what brought me to his attention. Yes…’the Linda’…as in PokerWorks Linda. His name is Steve and he’s from Philadelphia. Very pleasant table manners and he convinced the guy in the 5s that he needed to visit this site too. Thanks, Steve.

Ernie decided it would be a day when he would visit with me. First he started with Suzie leaving the Swing Shift Supervisor position. He said he’d been talking to another dealer earlier in the day and he told the dealer that Suzie was quitting so she could go to work for Steve Wynn when that place opens and the dealer agreed with him. He asked me what I thought.

I replied that she was still going to be a Bellagio employee and would be working our big tournaments and that she was going to work other tournaments like the Ultimate Bet in Aruba. And that I did not believe she was going to work for Steve Wynn.

He retorted, “What makes you think so?”

Me, “She told me so.”

Ernie exclaimed, “OH!”

A few minutes went by and he asked me if I still played poker.

I said, “Yes. Every now and then.”

He asked if I got mad at the dealer like he did.

I said, “No, never even think about it.”

He laughed. And out of a clear blue sky, barked, “You’re wrong about Suzie. She is going to work for Steve Wynn.”

I just smiled. He told me he’d bet me and if she did, I had to buy him dinner. I told him I wouldn’t bet on it and he finished with, “Ok, I’ll buy you dinner.”

He got called to another game, I got pushed and told Steve it was nice meeting him.

Suzie, damn it, you’d better not go to work for Steve Wynn. Although I don’t think Ernie’s buying me dinner had anything to do with a bet.

The anthill effect took over in the poker room last night. People conjestion, noise, confusion, and above all else, the sounds of poker. The night seemed endless. I know I was at each table for one and half hours, not the usual half hour down…or I stepped into a lateral universe. Wish I’d been on drugs, it would have eased the night and I wouldn’t have felt as if I’d been dropped kicked out on the freeway right in front of a long haul truck parade. Is this aging? Ouch! My whole body hurt when I hit the time clock.

Some of the high spots.

I got to visit with Danny/player/reader here on one of my breaks. He’s cute and interesting to talk to…amazingly well rounded and thinking for a youngster that plays high limit poker.

Table 1…of course it was in my way…mostly the usual suspects, $1,000-$2,000 still playing the ‘usual mixed games’, still talking about the celebrity invitational poker event going on at the Palms…the same one they were discussing and taking bets on last night…only tonight was the finale. This Down went off without a hitch. I spent most of it dealing, intent on every detail of the game to keep myself out of trouble, and listening to them. They are pretty funny at times.

Table 2…Sammy F. and Gabriel, 5s, playing $100-$200 Blind NLH. They both had a lady sweater behind them. Sammy was in the 1s and had me laughing. He’s the master of conversational shuck and jive.

They kibitzed back and forth about how one of them had been winning, then the other was winning, now they were about even, and the fact that Sammy had picked up A-A, during their heads-up play, four times. During my down, he picked them up three more times, along with Q-Q, and Presto (5-5). He never got any action on them. Gabriel escaped each time.

Sammy started showing me his hand, “I’m going to show Linda. I know she won’t tell you.”

He was right. I wouldn’t and didn’t. Amazingly, my last hand, he picked up A-A one more time and Gabriel called a small raise pre-flop, around $600 I believe. Sammy bet the Flop and Gabriel folded. Sammy showed me his hand and said, “Don’t tell him now, Linda.”

Incredible. The pocket pairs were wired into his hard drive somewhere, somehow. I talked to him about and hour and a half later when I was out on a break. Eventually he took all the chips.

My next game was $10-$20 NLH. Morris Chestnut was in the 5s…major actor, all around quiet, good looking hunk of a guy. The 9s played a lot of hands and has my vote for the friendliest, best tipping player I’ve seen in a lot of years. I’d dealt to him in the PLO game the night before. He was in the 9s both nights and liked to chatter with me while I was dealing. Fun! That down didn’t seem to last an hour and a half.

A few games later, I hit a $60-$120 Holdem game that went into overdrive when Donna took the 6 s. I’d dealt to her in the $30-$60 game earlier. She posted between the Button and Blind and picked up A-A. Jonathan – 7s, held Q-9 of Clubs. Jean – 8s, had K-K. The 2s, a blustery, noisy, having a fit kind of middle aged, Middle Eastern guy, had been in the 9s and hopped to the 2s on this hand, held 6-8S, the 5s held the 7C, what his other card was, no one knows.

All the raises went in pre-flop. $1,500 in the pot before a card hit the board…don’t worry, the 2s put in the cap with 6-8. The Flop was 6-8-4 of Clubs. All the bets/raises went in on the Flop.

A King peeled off on the Turn. Somewhere in here, Donna gave up her hand…two RED Aces. The 5s kept requesting the 5C as he called each bet/raise.

The River brought a blank. Jonathan bet, Jean called, and so did the 2s. It took me a week to push all the chips to Jonathan.

The 2s jumped up with, “Fuck. I hate this fucking game,” and did a little waltz around his chair and the end of the table. Honestly, it was hard to be upset with him…I laughed most of the time when he started with a ‘tiz’.

Jean was having a verbal montage of grumble because she had been going to leave when she thought the game was short but it filled back up and she’d taken the Big Blind in this hand, only to lose a huge pot with a Set of Kings.

The 2s wanted to move back to the 9s and was out of position to take a hand so I told him to take one more there. He did. Of course he played it and lost it…ATC worked for him. He moved and didn’t want to post, he wanted to ‘rest’. “You made me stay there. I lost another $1,000 because you made me stay there.”

I tried not to laugh, “I did?”

“Yes. You made me stay there and lose more money!”

I slapped myself on the side of the face and exclaimed, “Bitch!”

Everyone at the table roared. I just kept dealing. The 2s really was harmless and great for the game. I got pushed a moment later, gave him a little finger rub on the back as I went by and headed for the time clock. Hell…he might be there tonight waiting for me to force him to play a hand again.

Pass the drugs please…no, I mean literally pass the drugs to someone else. Who needs them with entertainment like that?

Mrs. Lederer, wife of Howard, sister-in-law of Annie Duke, THE Swing Shift Supervisor at Bellagio, but better known to all of us in the poker world as Suzie, has left her position. Her last official shift was Sunday night…yes, she’ll be missed by all of us, players and employees. She isn’t finished with us though. She will be working tournaments (I’ll be working with her in Aruba in a few short weeks) and a few of those will be Bellagio’s big events so she’ll be around.

While dealing $60-$120 Holdem tonight, Richie W. asked me if Suzie was going to become a player. I gave him the above report. Suzie came in on graveyard tonight to help Shana get the feel of the relief Supervisor on Grave. When I told Suzie about the query, she laughed and said they obviously haven’t seen her play.

It feels like an era in poker has passed. We started dealing together at the Mirage a million years ago. Truthfully, I hoped I would retire before she did but alas, I still have that damn mortgage and a hundred other things to take care of…hello time clock.

*****
The $1,000-$2,000 Mixed game was hopping on Table 1 and right in my line-up about 12 a.m. Renee, Jennifer, Abe, David G., Minh, Ralph, Eli E., and Chau…in order from seat 1. They were well heeled and low key, involved in taking bets with each other and giving odds on players placing in a tournament.

I deftly dodged the one and only bullet. Eli lost the first few hands I dealt. He was in the 7s and the Big Blind in an Omaha 8 or Better hand. I took the shuffled deck out of the Shuffle Master and released it to cut and deal just as he lofted two $500 chips into the air that would land on my hands. My peripheral vision is better than bat radar, I saw them sailing in and pulled my hands back. The chips did a dead ‘splat’ onto the green felt. I picked up the deck, cut it, and dealt the hand. Nah, nah, nah, nah! Hell yes he meant to hit me with them!

*****

The $2-$5 Blind NLH game is just phenomenal. I wish I was in the mood to play poker and had the time to cruise through a few sessions of it. The play is unbelievable and you’d have to see it to believe it. Late tonight, still a must move into the main game until 2:30 a.m. The must move broke when four seats opened in the main game. The action was crazy…in both games.

*****

I’ve witnessed some strange bets and calls in the last few months but this one might take the cake. $4-$8 Holdem. The Big Blind had stacks hidden behind stacks of chips in front of him. He was somewhere around 30, made the statement that he learned to play by watching TV.

He started to fold his hand when I said, “Option.”

The player next to him pushed it back to him and told him he was already in. The Flop was something like 9-5-3. He checked. One player bet and everyone folded to him. He called and checked the Turn. The other player checked. He checked the River. The other player bet. He called. They both turned up K-4, no pair and split the pot.

Pretty impressive that he wanted to fold pre-flop, had no draw and no call coming but called the Flop, checked the Turn, and check-called the River for a split pot.

Damn it! Maybe that’s where I went wrong, I should have learned to play by watching TV.

Nothing like starting over. I had posted, read, and hit ‘publish’. Ouch! Silly me for not remembering to copy the post before hitting publish. The Blogger server took a dive and so did my post only the server’s back up and my post has disappeared. So…

What if words wore out from over use, like clothes, shoes, cars, and everything else? If that were the case, the word Fuck should be threadbare and have huge holes in it. It started one night last week when Brian N. and Mike M. were playing heads-up $300-$600 and every other word coming out of Mike’s mouth was fuck. It seemed to run with the whole high limit section and since that’s where I was dealing, it’s all I heard. Nope, when I deal high limit, I never correct their inability to express themselves.

I swear. I swear for reasons…irritation, frustration, anger, and occasionally just for shock factor…after all I’m a grandma. There are times I can put a truck driving logger to shame with my ‘potty mouth’. But I tend to go for long periods of time without swearing and for the most part, I really find it annoying when I listen to people’s endless stream of profanity as their approach to expression and communication.

After spending the night drowning in the worn out word, LemLem (another dealer) and I headed for the Satellite Cage (casino employees cage) and the night’s fresh air. While racking up our chips, another dealer at the cashier window, boldly stomped out the word Fuck in a sentence. LemLem and I exchanged looks. The other dealer was male, in a room with only female cashiers and dealers. Ugh! Common courtesy and manners are dead…stabbed in the heart by mankind.

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Twice in one night I got the Big Raspberry Rabble for doing my job. $100-$200 Mixed Games, five handed, in a three-way action pot of Deuce to 7 Triple Draw, Ming turned up his two discards, 7-8, on the second draw. I cautioned, “You shouldn’t expose your cards.”

He was stuck and grumbling, “Why do you care Linda? Why would you say anything?”

I tried, “It’s my job?”

He continued, “The players didn’t say anything, why did you say anything, Linda?”

I said, “The players may object but prefer not to say anything. I’m doing my job.”

He continued, never slowing down, repeat…blip…repeat.

None of the other players came to my defense so I jump started the end of the conversation, “I’m out of line. You’re right. Let’s get on with the game.”

If you’re going to be an idiot, be a quiet one…that might be my new favorite.

Then a sweet little $10-$20 Blind NLH game, chips rocking and rolling in and out of the pots, tons of action, lots of money on the table.

Raised pre-flop, a hand went to three way action on the Flop…three Flush cards. The Turn brought a fourth Flush card, a healthy bet, one fold, one call. The River brought a fifth Flush card with the possibility of a Straight Flush.

One of the players (unknown) commented on who had the Ace high Flush and who had the Straight Flush.

I said, “Please don’t remind them to look for something.”

His eyebrows shot up like he’d just stepped into the elevator on the 10th floor and found the shaft instead of a car. His comments were floating in sarcasm, “You don’t suppose they know what’s on the board do you?” directed right at me.

I replied, “People overlook their hands. Don’t remind them to look for something.”

He was a little stiff but he didn’t say anything else about the hands after that.

I’m surprised that more players don’t speak up about these breaches in etiquette. We have a lot of new players on the scene and a lot of them aren’t familiar with table etiquette but the players mentioned here are experienced players and really know better.

Me? I just do my job and get ready for the Big Raspberry Rabble.