Tag Archives: poker tournaments

H.O.R.S.E.ng around

Some poker, some craziness with life, and more poker.  I have to tell you that I think Scotty Nguyen should be sent somewhere far from the rest of the poker world and live his life out knowing that he’s not good enough to play with anyone.  His attitude sux.  But then it always has.  Don’t just take my word for it, here’s some prime reading and I bet there’s more out there on the internet about his disrespectfully rude ass.  It pains me that Chino Rheem would just GIVE him the title without a fight and how sick is that that Scotty is willing to pay more to get it?  I think Chino should have played him for it, damn it! Continue reading H.O.R.S.E.ng around

Kinda Frustrated

Sure, I’ve been eating with a fork again…nah, just kidding!  If I can’t get it into my mouth with my fingers, I don’t eat.  That’s a just kidding also.  Poker is kinda frustrating.  I watch beats hit other people continuously and I’ve gotten to a frame of mind that has helped me slip past most of my own ugly irritations with someone snapping me off.  I still swear, but not all the time and not as much.  It’s been a seriously frustrating few days of poker.  I’ve made the money twice – not enough to make up for anything – and I’m still running like a dead nag heading for the soap factory.  Continue reading Kinda Frustrated

Tournament Reports

the PokerWorks Family HORSE went off quite well, but extremely quiet. It was…almost subdued in the chat area and I blame that on djhomeshool not showing up. He’s usually quite gabby. Clearspine barely squeaked into a seat – he was enjoying fine dining created by his daughter – just before the tournament started. Grupper and I were signed up a day or so ahead of the start time. Thanks Grupper!
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Let’s Talk Fun Things

like I’ve never won one but they are still fun.  The HORSE Tourney ended up with nine of us showing and surprise, surprise, surprise, Alcanthang was one of the contestants.  Super Nice!  We had the regulars, JB, PokerHack, Me, Grupper, and Cat came back, as did the crazy kid with the podcast – Mr. djhomeschool himself, and Alexe55 – tea drinker extraordinaire, and Katie. Continue reading Let’s Talk Fun Things

Boony-Schmoony dubbed B.S. for short

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.