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The importance of knowing when you’re not important…and when you are

Too many times in life – no matter what category we fit it into, be it work, socialite functions, fame/infamous publicity, or any number of spotlight events – we get caught up in our own existence and formulate an idea of self that usually makes us feel we are separate, isolated, even smug because we elevate ourselves to a level that makes us feel we’re better than everyone else. Continue reading The importance of knowing when you’re not important…and when you are

A run-in with Devilfish, Herschel loves me, Sam G Lips off

I had this organized, little list, tucked neatly away in my brain, of all the things I would accomplish on my days off…but I had a visitor that screwed up my whole yard work plan. Rapping, tapping, shredding, and ripping through everything. Hello, Wind! Did you miss me? I haven’t missed you but then it’s hard to miss something that never goes away. Continue reading A run-in with Devilfish, Herschel loves me, Sam G Lips off

Trapped – $50-$100 PLO

Help Mrs. Wizard! There’s a lobster trap off the coast of the Poker Pit and I’m trapped in it! Oh my sins of Neptune…I’m being throwing into the cooking pot and it’s filled with a roiling mass of $50-100 PLO! 1s – Tony, 2s – walking, 3s – Herschel (a few posts on him last year) 4s – play over, don’t know his name but I remember him, 5s – Asian, unknown to me, 6s – S.C., appears around tournament time, 7s – Eskimo, 8s – name unknown but familiar, 9s – none other than the dreaded Devilfish.

Someone crank up the flame, I’m starting to cringe as my butt hits the seat and the 5s throws a $5,000 Baccarat chip to S.C. and wants him to change it. My antennae are up and I know I’m asking for more heat but I do my job. “That chip is not in play and not allowed on the table.”
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Perhaps the Porters can deal?

People are falling off the walls of the room, clinging to the ceilings, stacked under the tables and chairs, and still they come, hour after hour, looking for a seat in a game. We had 29 tables rocking and rolling and would have had more except we didn’t have enough dealers to man the ones that were running. One of our Chip Runners, Robin, dealt during part of the shift and the word is that we’re going to put in 10 more tables…how possible? Maybe the Porters can deal… Continue reading Perhaps the Porters can deal?

Is there a light at the bottom of Marianas Trench?

There are times that I do a self evaluation and search through my being to see what I am, where I am, what the hell I think I’m doing, and how I got where I am. This search continues for days at times. It’s so intense it’s like looking for light at the bottom of the Marianas Trench. Lately I’ve found myself quite at peace with me. Well…enter the end of my night…table 1. Continue reading Is there a light at the bottom of Marianas Trench?

Ted Forrest spot checks the cash

I dealt the $3,000-$6,000 to Doyle Brunson, Ted Forrest, Eli Elezra. H-y-s-t-e-r-i-c-a-l! Doyle had a brick of $100 bills that were rubber banded into $5,000 bundles and then bundled together…he also had three sets of two brown envelopes that were taped together which held cash but were unopened. Carmen Bates (High limit brush) came to the table on an errand and Doyle threw all of it at her and asked her to ‘put it on account’. That would mean a trip to the main cage and all of it would have to be counted down. Continue reading Ted Forrest spot checks the cash