In the real world:

1) One of my Granddaughters is coming from Montana for Spring Break, this weekend, and will spend five days with me. We’re going to Mystere at Treasure Island for entertainment, Prime – Bellagio’s ultimate Steak house for food, and then on the ordinary scale…hiking, shopping, and all around girl kind of things in the works.

2) A Search Engine Parasite, Shop Nav, has devoured my little search assitant and I’ve spent hours scouring the net trying to figure out how to blast Shop Nav into smithereens and return my little buddy.

3) There’s yard work and house maintenance needing to be done and I’m looking for the magic genie in the bottle to fix everything with a blink. Damn it! Where is that bottle?

4) Any of you that are just ‘killing time’, please don’t. Bottle it and save it for me. I promise to use it wisely and only use it when needed in a kind and conscientious manner.

*****

On the poker side of life: I’ve barely played online this last month, let alone at a B & M Table. Not sure how I would even handle playing live right now. I’ve played live five times in the last year. It took me a lot of years to discover that I could easily deal 40 hours a week, or possibly play 20 to 30 hours a week, but I couldn’t do both.

Dealing and listening to someone whine, day after day, about their beats and my lousy dealing, when I haven’t won a pot in three weeks and have played as good as God’s right hand Angel could play, leaves me wanting to jump up on the table and kick the whiner right in the throat. Multiply that feeling to Nth when I’m playing in a game, watching a dealer make every mistake in the book, and then act pained if they didn’t receive a tip when they pushed a pot.

I enjoy people and dealing when I’m not playing. I enjoy people and playing when I’m not dealing. I can’t have both since I have to work for a living and am a sure favorite NOT to win a lottery because I never buy a ticket. So I choose to deal.

I’m sticking to online play right now because it’s so easy for me to access with the limited time I have, and I can ‘multi-task’…do other things while I’m playing. This is not a push for online play, just my opinion.

I have to laugh at all the people that think they are being cheated online…by the poker site. It stands to reason there is always cheating going on in the World but it’s funny to me that anyone would think the site is cheating them. My reply to that line of reasoning? “If the site is cheating, I hope they continue because I’m winning.”

*****

Our Five Star World Poker Classic begins soon. It’s going to be huge. I’ve heard anywhere from 20 to 25 tables in the pit in addition to our room of 30 tables. I expect it to be noisy, hot, exhausting, and wall to wall players.

See you there!

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

The room never slowed down. Picture a flood…bodies…surging into the room, hour after hour, slamming into the Front Podium and rolling on past it, threatening to take everything in it’s path and crush it into the walls and page/cashier area of the room.

When I hit Table 28, $4-$8 Holdem, a sudden blast of the Human Tide Pool stood up and surrounded the empty space (empty?) in front of the Middle Podium, between Tables 19, 24, and 25. Security had entered the room and there was some kind of ruckus taking place. The crowd got bigger. No one left my game to go check it out. A few minutes passed and we could see a fairly husky, middle-aged looking guy, with hands cuffed behind his back, being dragged/led out of the room by a lot of Security Guards. I found out later that some of them were Metro.

Ramsey happened to be walking by my game and gave me his usual cheery smile. I asked, “What just happened with that guy.”

Try not to fall out of your chair and die laughing with this one.

Ramsey gave us this version. The guy was standing, eating peanuts, and throwing his shells on the floor. He was told he would have to take his garbage with him and that throwing his shells on the floor wouldn’t be allowed.

He flatly stated that he would eat the peanuts and throw his shells on the floor until he got a seat in a game. Well, hell! The lists were 300 people long. Guess he figured that he could do whatever he wanted while he was in Vegas and the rest of the world could just piss off. Maybe he thought that was a giant threat…a peanut shell scare…and he would be given immediate seating…go figure.

The Shift Supervisor asked him to leave. He wouldn’t comply so Security was called, hence Metro, hence the handcuffs, and hello to Las Vegas’s most accommodating, no reservation required, crowbar hotel. That’s an easy way to find a place to sleep when there are no rooms available…yeah, right! But do they play poker in jail?

****

On the Friday’s at Five Tournament side of life, Ben Affleck, Annie Duke, Paul Phillips, and Eric Seidel, were in it. Were you? There were 137 contestants, total prize money $66,445.

Changes coming. The Friday’s $540 buy-in is moving to Wednesday and the Friday Tournament will be a bigger buy-in. News on that coming. During the April Tournament, the Friday’s at Five will be cancelled.

*****
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

The power of the written word…once it is written, it is focused in the mind of the reader…and the writer. Good thing that a lot of people playing poker haven’t learned this ancient technique…but they have watched the WPT. Don’t think it’s only low limit games…it’s happening everywhere in the room.

A prime example would be a $30-$60 Holdem game I dealt tonight. If the 9 and 10s had ever played poker in a casino, I’d like to know which one. They both ended up going bust about 10 minutes apart and left the game. Too bad because they were young and eager to play. I can’t help but wonder why they would pick a $30-$60 limit over a $4-$8 Limit. Of course if they went on a rush, what a story to tell the guys back home.

In this same game, a new player (not new to poker but new to me) lectured me. Hard to believe ain’t it? A hand came down to three way action and the 9s being first to act, just folded. I told him it was a courtesy to check. The new player went into a little fit. He told me that I couldn’t tell the players how to play, etc. I said I wasn’t.

Several other players jumped in and explained to the 9s that he should check because it gives up another player’s protection. The new player kept ranting. He told me it wasn’t my job to say anything. I disagreed with him. My experience with people like this is that they run their own games at home and really can’t manage being in a card room with rules.

Yes…kids, you can fold when it’s your turn to act…but you are not only running a major tell on yourself, you are giving up protection for another player and someday you may be the one that is stuck looking at a bet because another ‘idjit’ folded instead of checking.

*****

I dealt the $1,000-$2,000 Mixed game on Table 1. Not really the usual crew.

Phil I. had been playing there earlier in the night. He left the game when I was on Table 30, the Bellagio WPT $2-$4 Blind NLH game. One of the players commented, “There goes Phil I.”

Yeah, right! Best to leave some comments alone. Another little goofy thing…in a game earlier…someone mentioned that we ran a game ‘upstairs’. Meaning that we dealt a game in another room, away from the poker room. NOT!

Nothing strange or crazy happened on Table 1…Thank you, God!

There are a lot of nightmare stories lately…not mine but things I’ve heard circulating around the room. They aren’t always a player incident, some of them are dealer error and other problems. Hope I can swerve around all that and stay under the radar.

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

I met John H. tonight. You don’t know him? How possible? He’s a reader here. Unfortunately I didn’t get to deal to him but he introduced himself to me when I went to his game to find a long-time friend, Marie. On the subject of John…nice! Great presentation of a person filled with life and the sparkle of poker…hey, if you’re into it…you know what I mean.

Marie? We’ve known each other since the early Mirage days. She’s the kind of friend that you could see every day or not see for 20 years and when you crossed paths with her, it would be as if you’d visited with her yesterday. Great lady!

*****

Seems to be a little bit of a problem with the $2-$4 Blind, NLH game…Ramsey, a friend and reader, came to me tonight voicing concerns over the fact that a dealer let a player have a short buy-in into this game. Ramsey doesn’t want to have enemies at the table and didn’t push it after the dealer argued with him and said a player could buy in for $100. I told Ramsey to just have the dealer call a Floor Person for a decision, if the Floor Person didn’t have the correct answer, ask for the Shift Supervisor.

Sorry kids, but sometimes the only answer is to go the ‘head honcho’ when it comes to this type of thing. Why should Joe Blow get a short buy-in when you’ve been bludgeoned all night long and bought in for $200 each time?

Ramsey felt the other players were starting to nitpick him for trying to get the issue resolved and he likes to be liked at the table so he let it drop. Some of the players told him the decision was different every night…even going to the extreme that the player couldn’t re-buy after going broke. Wow! Where did that come from?

We have a lot of new dealers coming into the room right now for our Five-Star World Poker Classic. It’s going to be hell for them because they don’t know a lot of our rules. Rather than argue, just ask the dealer call the Floor Person if you’re sure you know the rule and the dealer is out in left field somewhere with their take on it.

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

Brain Food! Ever meet someone that just kept your thoughts hopping? Made you aware of your own awareness? No? Too bad, you’re missing a lot. Can’t explain it if you ain’t there so…

Friday night brought a little nightmare scenario. I went through most of my night without a glitch/hitch/kiss my butt/or any kind of confrontation. Then I hit a $20-$40 7 Card Stud Game. It was six handed when I sat down.

The 4s was a cute, y-o-u-n-g guy. Really young. I gave the dealer I was pushing a mini-massage while he dealt the last hand. The 4s squirmed around, hinting that he needed one too. I sat down in the ‘dead zone’. The game was pretty dead, no action, lots of ‘if you get stuck in this game, you’re an idiot’ kind of vibes.

The 3s was a overly husky (maybe a little over weight) but a very healthy guy somewhere in the 40’s-50’s. Some of the comments during the game went to the gays being able to marry…woops…now they can’t…go to Oregon…and on and on. The 3s made some comment that appeared that he was going to marry his mate and his mate was a man. Hey, no one flinches over these things in the poker room. His sweater (mate?) appeared and sat behind him. They were both good sized guys.

The 4s got a call on his cell. He went through the, “You mean you just finished dinner?” and a few other million threads of conversation and finally convinced his caller to come into the poker room and get him for a drink.

He kept looking over his shoulder at the Front Podium and I finally asked him what/who he was looking for…telling him I’d alert him when they entered the room. Three girls/ladies. He teased that I had to be interested in him when they arrived. (Honestly…he was really cute and well built but I’m not into one night stands).

Just before they showed up, the action went crazy. The last thing on Earth that one would expect to happen, did. There were four players in for a completion to $20. Just as I burned and dealt the up card to the 1s, the 3s, OUCH…it happens here…the 3s discovered that he had a spare down card under his arm. The spare card had apparently came from the 4s’s hand when he folded.

The 3s made all kinds of noise, insinuating the 4s threw his card into his hand…as if he’d done it on purpose.

I immediately called for a decision. Dave N. (Brush and Supervisor came over) and I explained what had happened. Dave looked at the 3s and said, “The hand is dead.”

The 3s asked, “Well, what if I just throw my cards into another player’s hand…”

I caught Nate’s eye and mouthed, “Get Suzie!”

Dave continued with, “We wouldn’t recommend that, Sir.”

Suzie appeared. I explained what had happened. Suzie told me to give the 3s $20 out of the rack and kill the hand. I did. Before I let her escape, I asked about the card run…the error had been discovered after the 3s had received fourth street…before the other two players had received fourth street.

She told me to continue with the deal…the next two players would just get their cards, in order, off the deck.

Don’t worry, the next two players didn’t hear a word of anything that was going on. After I killed the 3s’s hand and dealt out the next two cards, they questioned it. I gave them, “That’s the decision.”

The long and short of it, the 4s’s girls showed up. They preened and did a little dialogue tango while the 4s informed them that I wanted him. He looked directly at me and said, “Linda, the massage will have to wait.”

I fell right into his game and said, “Another time then.”

Ain’t poker grand?

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

I met and dealt to Jason B., a reader here, after he sat down in a $4-$8 Holdem game. He was going to play in the Friday’s at 5 the following day. Really cute, nice attitude, and we got to visit briefly on Friday. (A little jump ahead here), he was still in the tournament when I came in at 7. I looked for him a few hours later, in the faces that were left in the battle, and he wasn’t there…Damn. I was really hoping he’d win it.

Back to the game on Thursday. A woman that declared she was a CPA, but looked like she could have starred as a witch in a Walt Disney movie, sporting a snaggly toothed smile and long white hair, went all-in and lost. She pulled $40 in chips out of her handbag. Most of the guys at the table started ragging that she’d been ratholing her chips (that means sneaking them off the table). I explained to her that she had to leave all chips in play.

She knew exactly what was going on. Lots of snaggly toothed smiling going on here. She said that she’d bought $40 in chips earlier and paid for them with a $100 bill. Since the dealer couldn’t give her change, she took $100 in red and put $60 of it in her handbag.

The guys just weren’t going for it, even though I tried to interject that “IF” that’s what she did, she could do that. Now I went through the process with her (with a giant smile on my face and trying to make it into a joke…BTW I don’t have snaggly teeth and teeth are one of the first things I notice on people) of explaining that everyone was going to be watching her now and what she did with her chips and since I didn’t want everyone mad at me, she would be forced to leave everything in play on the table.

Her head bobbed up and down, more snaggly teeth smiling, and she laughed her ass off over the tiz the guys were having. The guys weren’t mean, they just wanted her to understand they knew what she was doing and from the way she acted, she probably did do just what they said she did. So I explained all of it to the dealer that pushed me, as he shuffled the first hand.

I then told her, “We’re watching you now,” as I went on my way to the next table.

She thought it was really funny and kept laughing. Nice not to have her go ballistic and throw a fit over it.

*****

I dealt one of the WPT NLH games (that’s the name of our low limit NLH game now). The buy-in has been changed to $200 and the Blinds are now $2-$4. Don’t worry, it never slowed anything down. There is/has always been a main game and a must move since this game started in the room. There’s so much action in this game, it’s not for the faint of heart. I really believe most of these players think that if they go all-in, you have to throw your hand away…or if you go all-in, you’re bluffing.

During my down in this game, one youngster in the 5s, threw off over $600 and left the table. The first hand was pretty incredible to me that he would even call the all-in bet. It started like this: Six or seven people called the $4 Blind.

The Flop was 8-9-10. Bet $5, two players called, the 5s made it $20 to go. The rest of the field called the $20, except the 4s…raise, all-in, for $353.

The 5s put some thought into it (about 30 seconds or so) and called. Everyone else folded.

In this game, once a player is all-in and it’s heads-up, the hands are turned over immediately, just like tournament play.

The 4s had Q-J, the 5s had 9-10. I was flabbergasted over both of their play but I wasn’t giving poker lessons then and I’m not giving them now.

A few hands later, the bet got raised (not sure how much) by the 5s and the 8 and 4s called. The Flop was Ace-little-little. Both the 4 and 5s checked. The 8s bet $100. The 4s folded and the 5s thought about it for around 30 seconds and went all in for a little over $150. The 8s called.

The 5s turned over Q-Q. The 4s exclaimed, “I threw away Queens!”

The 8s turned over A-K and since the Flop was a Rainbow, the 4s was drawing dead…if the 4s was telling the truth. I ran out the cards and pushed the pot to the 8s. The 5s picked up his drink and left the table…no noise, no fuss.

The 5s got married to every hand he looked at. While there are a lot of reasons to get married to a hand, there are a lot of reasons to end the relationship at any point during the hand…think about it when you take a seat in this little island of volcanic, chip spewing action!

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

My Sheriff’s Card is about to expire. Ugh!!! While this sounds like such a small thing, to a night creature it’s a drag. The rest of the world thinks that all of us should conform to day time hours…while that may be true in the State of Nowhere, it just ain’t so in Vegas. We are a 24 hour a day town which means the employees are 24 hour a day people too. A few years ago, when this glorious event rolled around, I could call Metro, make an appointment, walk in and skip all the lines, because I was already a card holder, and get through the process within 15 minutes for the small sum of $35.00.

Times have changed. Now I have to go to Metro or a fingerprint shop, get fingerprinted (this is only done during daylight while I would like to be snuggled into the dark and quiet of my bedroom), pay a fee (that varies according to where I have it done), and then purchase a cashier’s check or a money order in the amount of $75, fill out several forms and turn all of that (finger prints included) into employee services where all of it is sent to Metro for processing. Then…hopefully…I will receive my new Sheriff’s Card. I just can’t give a thumbs up to this process…the down side to it is that if I fail to renew, I cannot work…until I do renew, the Time Clock beeps at me each time I clock in and out, reminding me that I must renew. Shit…an alarm clock at work too!

*****

Last week when I came tripping through the room, getting ready to push into a game, there were two guys standing by the Cashier’s Cage, craning their necks at the players on Table 1. Who was up there? Who were the stars?

They recognized Doyle and Jennifer. I told them the player with his back to them in white shirt was Gus Hanson. They queried, “The bald guy?”

“No…he’s not bald, just has his head shaved.”

“Who else?”

“The guy next to him with the blue shirt on is Renee. Celine Dion’s husband.”

They stated, as if they knew the answer, “Doyle wouldn’t play less than $300-$600.”

I said, “Try $1,000-$2,000 or higher.”

Big eyes here…they were so damn excited…next question, “What if we asked them for a picture…not while they’re playing…?”

I replied, “First of all you could never take a picture up there because the Floor Person would stop you…”

“No…what if we saw them away from the table and asked them for a picture, what are they like, would they let us take one?”

Me, “Well it depends on how their mood is for the day, whether they won or lost, or just how they feel in general. They might say yes and then again they might tell you to screw off!”

Believe it or not, they seemed really happy with that answer.

*****

Last week I slipped into the Dealer’s Box on Table 28. Great little game, lots of action, nice people that didn’t have any problem playing ATC (any two cards)…my kind of game. The 3s was a nice looking youngster that had a lot of chips and played most of the hands, although he didn’t play like an ‘idjit’, he seemed to tango every chance he got. When he won a pot, he sent me $1…appreciated.

Somehow the conversation went to high limit. The 3s stated that a few years ago in Atlantic City, he was playing $1,000-$2,000 Blind…stop…stutter…stare…everyone wanted to know if he was playing in a Tournament…”No!” It then went to, “Not a cash game?”

He replied, “Yes. A game just like this only with $1,000-$2,000 blinds.”

They all went ga-ga…”how/what?”

He said he won a lottery. They queried him, “How much?”

His reply, “A lot…I was the only winner.”

While the others asked if they could ‘be his mother, would he adopt them, did he need a brother’, I couldn’t help but express my genuine happiness for him. I said, “Good for you. That’s wonderful.”

While they were all gabbing and chortling, I caught his eye and mouthed, “How much?”

He mouthed back, “After taxes…______!”

Several people asked me, “He told you how much…what was it?”

I said, “A lot.”

He went on to explain that when he realized he’d won, that he had the ONLY ticket, he was frightened. He thought something bad was going to happen. While most of you might find that hard to believe, I can associate with that. So many of us are taught that you can’t have your cake and eat it too…the Twilight Zone Theory takes over.

He also explained that he was told to sign the ticket when he bought it, he did, and that was one of the best things he could have done…no argument or accusations from anyone. He met with the IRS, the Lottery Officials, etc., etc., etc.

He gave some of it away to Charities, family and friends, and got a zillion phone calls from people he’d never heard of. He said he has a representative from Merrill Lynch that handles everything for him, takes care of advising him on investments and he finally forwarded all of his phone calls to the representative.

I got pushed. I stopped and asked him if he was excited or filled with disbelief at first…as in ‘did it register?’ He said he was very frightened. He thought something really bad was going to happen. I asked his name…he told me…I gave him a card to this site and asked if he minded that I write this here, he said “No, go ahead.”

I finished by telling him that I felt he was handling it well and how happy I was for him. He’s 27, how wonderful that he appears to be in a state of mind with it that it’s a means to live his life with relative ease instead of feeling that he has to punish everyone with it or be a big shot and shove people around. I respect him even more for tipping me a $1 when he won a pot…it would be gauche if he threw his weight around in any limit…and I liked the fact that he played $4-$8 rather than trying to slam it out in high limit.

Real people are the core of poker.

*****
I was part of this project. Sweet!
Howard Lederer’s ‘Secrets of No Limit Holdem’

I’ve had more than one query on Howard Lederer’s new video from people wondering if it’s for real. The answer is, “YES!” I’m happy to be a part of it and my tag line at the bottom of the posts will boast that fact. It was fun. I picked some of the people for the project and they were all extremely happy to be a part of it too. I just watched the WPT yesterday and the ad for this video is running on that time slot. It was fun to see some of the people in the project and moi dealing…Howard was great to work with and so was Rick. Rick is the driving force that made it happen.

There’s a lot going on. First and strongest in my mind is the fact that I can’t lose 20 pounds of fat off my ass but I can lose a Seiko watch that I’ve had for 20 years. While it sounds funny, I’m really quite disturbed by this loss. I had gone to work out at a local club and put the watch in my jacket pocket, with my car keys, and locked everything in my locker. I must have pulled my keys out and the watch with it.

I went back the following day and checked with the club, looked in the parking lot, went to Walgreens Drug Store, where I picked up a prescription, checked their parking lot, and checked with the management hoping that someone had found it and turned it in…it just didn’t happen.

Pretty sad now, the watch had a special meaning for me as I bought it for myself for a birthday present when I was in need of something special in my life. Now I hope the new owner has a special place for it in their life, as I did in mine.

*****

On the poker front, I met Bob S. a few weeks ago. He’s a reader and very friendly, open-minded kind of guy. I get a kick out of listening to him, his poker play, and with his youth, he stays up for days at a time playing in different games.

I dealt to him in a $15-$30 Holdem game last night and he asked me the question???? Have I seen ‘A River Runs Through it”?

My answer, “Yes. If find it to be quite dark and gloomy, sad…as a lot of life is sad.”

He said he saw it again last night and every time he sees it or hears of it, he thinks of me…hey us Montana Chicks stick in your mind.

*****

One incredible hand in the $20-$40 Omaha 8 or Better with a Kill, took me three weeks to stack the chips. It was a Kill pot with seven players and max raises before the Flop and on the Flop, the Turn went to four bets losing a couple of players, the River to two/three bets with four players. One high, two lows whacked it up.

Double A was in there jamming because as he asked, “Is this your last hand, Linda? Then I have to play…”

He got ¼ of the pot and I believe he either broke even or made a few bucks on it.

*****

I dealt the $1,000-$2,000 Mixed Game on Table 1. Chau – 1s, Jennifer – 2s, Phil – 3s, Lee S. – 4s, Gus – 5s, Minh – 6s, Hamid – 7s, Renee – 8s.

A little earlier, before I pushed into the game, I walked up to Phil and told him that I was dealing Table 30…$1-$2 Blind NLH, when Phil walked into the room. My conversation to Phil went something like this, “You would’ve thought God walked into the room. All of the players were in awe that they saw you…”

He rolled his eyes…resembling boredom. At that moment, Gus walked by and slapped me on the ass, I turned to him and exclaimed, “You little smart ass,” and went back to Phil…”How can you not love that enthusiasm…that happiness with these people that are so excited that your are here?”

He smiled then…not really agreeing with me because he probably gets a lot of irritating noise and confrontation from people, but hey…that’s what happens when you’re a star.

Gus? I’ve smacked him on his cute little ass before too…hey, turn about is fair play.

*****

Then I pushed into this game. The first hand was towards the end of the Omaha 8 or Better. Lots of raising and action, Hamid flopped a set of Aces and Renee carved right through that hand with a Flush and the best low. Huge pot.

Something needs to be said here about Renee. He never raises his voice or makes any noise when he loses or wins a hand. He’s the King of Polite. Consequently the other players have toned down any attitude and are on their best behavior when he’s in the game. Me, and other dealers included, love this new poker attitude in high limit.

As the game progressed, Hamid couldn’t control his anger and frustration with the game. He is the subject of other posts. When he’s losing, he slams and smacks his chips down on the table, swears continuously, and carries on a conversation with the Poker Gods from Hell. It gets pretty ugly at times. This time was no exception.

At one point, on the River, during a 7 Card Stud 8 or Better hand, Hamid slammed, smashed, bashed his chips, swore, (I couldn’t hear what he said but I knew by the way Minh’s glance jerked to me that Hamid was swearing at me), thought, slammed some more, thought some more, and finally called although he knew he was beat…Renee waited patiently through Hamid’s fit and then called also.

At the same time, I said to Hamid, “That’s enough!”

Hamid mumbled something and I said, “Then take a walk.”

I dealt the next hand and Hamid was still swearing in a monotone grumble. I looked right at him and said, “I can’t deal if you’re swearing at me.”

Hamid jumped up and left the game. Chau and Minh both told me to call the Floorman. Minh said, “Linda, not just for you but we don’t want to listen to that while we’re playing.”

Chau told me to get the Floorman and get it stopped. Fred was the High Brush and nowhere in sight. Just before Hamid reappeared, I called Fred and told him that Hamid was swearing, slamming his chips and cards, and the players wanted it stopped. Hamid was coming back to the game and Fred stopped him, telling him something in private that would hopefully settle him down.

I got pushed and explained to the incoming dealer that Hamid had been cautioned. Call the Floorman if he erupted over anything.

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When I dealt the $10-$20 NLH game, it was kind of funny, in a strange sort of way. Two seats were open when I sat down, more seats opened, more players came in…it took at least 10 minutes to get everything organized and in order with players posting, taking time, deal him out, deal him in…

Jimmy T. took a seat in this game. He’s the Table Captain of all games, likes to count down the player’s bet, (even when he’s not in a hand), tell the dealer what to do, and make demanding accusations to players and dealers about the action and what’s ‘happening/not happening’ at the table. If he was always right, it would be ok…unfortunately he’s very seldom ever right.

One new player switched seats several times and had never post the blind and had never been dealt in. This was during all the confusion of players leaving and new players taking a seat. When the new player moved to a new seat, and I dealt him out, Jimmy demanded, “Why didn’t you deal him a hand?”

I replied, “He’s never posted and never been dealt in.”

Still Jimmy acted as if I was out of line. The players in the one and three seat are fairly new faces in the room and I exclaimed, “Jimmy’s the dealer, he runs all games I deal.”

They cracked up. I couldn’t help but laugh too.

Hey that’s the way it is in poker land, if you can’t laugh you’d have to have a jug of wine and bottle of Valium to get through the night.