Boony Schmooney! B.S. fits pretty well. He shows up infrequently at Bellagio, damn good thing or he’d need a medic to remove the chair from his head the dealer keeps mentally putting there.

B.S. plays Omaha 8 or Better, $60-$120 with a 1/3 Kill and he’s not happy. He never seems to be jubilant and elated so it may be just his personality but this trip has him down to the last little teensy bit of happiness that he might have brought with him…he’s running on empty.

The dealer faded his glares and pained looks when B.S. called a bet, knowing that he was beat. A hand at the end of the down, B.S. made a bad call on the Turn. He threw the $100 bill out and tossed a $20 chip straight up in the air, way too close to the Dealer. The Dealer never even looked up and deftly caught the chip at chest level about an inch from the white shirt.

A sweater at the table said, “Nice catch!”.

The dealer held the chip without moving for a few seconds, then replied, “Beats the hell out of taking it in the face.”

B.S. just didn’t get it. He then made another bad call on the River, throwing out another $100 bill and another $20 chip but this chip went straight up in the air and then landed in the pot.

The dealer ignored his looks of pain and agony as the pot was awarded to the opponent.

The following night, the same dealer, came in early and the Supervisor, Kamell, asked the dealer to take Jon out of table 7. Jon was on OT and the dealer went to the game, asked Jon if he wanted to finish the down or be pushed. Jon opted to go.

The game was $60-$120 Omaha 8 or Better with a 1/3 Kill. You guessed it! B.S. was there also. The dealer dealt the first few hands and B.S. played every hand. B.S. made some noise about ‘a dealer was here and then this dealer had to let him out…’

B.S. continued to play and complain. A new dealer arrived and asked if she should push or go to the next game. B.S. went into a ‘yes, you’d better get this dealer out of here’ as he glared at the present dealer.

The dealer watched B.S. and continued to do so while pushing the pot and pulling in the deck, preparing to leave the game.

B.S. had the look of a wild eyed, barn yard cat, as he blurted out, “Don’t ever come into a game when you’re not supposed to!”

This is too funny for words. Does he really think dealers just walk around the room and pick the game they want to deal. If they did, none of them would ever deal this game or any of the really high limit, those boys would have to deal their own.

While leaving the box, the dealer replied, “I was supposed to be here.”

B.S., “No you weren’t.”

Dealer, “You’d better take it up with Kamell.”

Another case of the dealer doing nothing wrong, only their job, and a sore loser having his little fittie poo because he can’t believe it might be the run of the cards or his own bad play. Man these guys get to be like stink on the bottom of your shoe, you can wash off the doggie poo but the stink just stays there.

BTW, the dealer reported this to Kamell and Kamell spoke to B.S. just to set the record straight.

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The tournament is taking its toll. While attendance has been better than expected and everyone seems to love it, it’s very hard on most of the players. They start out happy, filled with expectation, and very few of them win anything. The picture isn’t pretty and nothing more needs to be said about that part of it…you’re smart enough to draw you’re own conclusions.

It’s hard on the poker room personnel also. Lots of people work overtime and fade a lot of noise and heat for less money than is normally made when the room is quiet.

There’s a lot to be said for the Regulars or Locals as they are referred to. They know the value of a good dealer and floor person and they treat us with respect and gratuities for the service we provide. Lots of the tournament players don’t even act like we can think or breathe air unless they tell us how to do it and they certainly aren’t giving up anything they don’t have to give up which mainly means we work a lot harder for less money and get treated like a door mat.

What a nice treat to enter a game and have five or six of the players in the game look up and smile followed by, “Hello!” Hooray for the Locals. We Wuv U!

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This post is done by Chanzes – during the time period that I took a break from posting in the Diary.