There’s a rumor going round that the best game in town is by invitation only. They screen and
You have to have cash and be willing to lose. They feed you and cater and keep your glass filled with booze
You think it’s a sin that they take advantage. You can have a fit and fly off in a rage.
The best defense to that line of attack is to host your own game in the garage out back.
You’re milling around the card room and you happen to pass by table 11 as a new dealer is pushing in. The game is $20-40 Stud and the player in the 1 seat, referred to from now on as Nameless, says to the incoming dealer, “Get him outta here. He otta have his hands cut off for dealing like that.”
If we should share a Lover’s Kiss
a moment caught in time.
Would we someday reminisce,
our thoughts, our futures still entwined?
Or would we go our separate ways
for once we crossed the line,
destroyed all 2 friends could share,
those moments lost and always missed,
because we shared a Lover’s Kiss?
What if you’re a first time visitor to Earth? Your name is Zeeduk and you landed in Las Vegas and you’re in the back of a taxi . . . which is screaming through the streets, racing through red lights and switching lanes so fast that your little, alien neck is almost snapped off. You, of course, have incredible vision and memory retention and are well versed on our language and definitions.
The first sign you see is WINNERS EAT FREE! Whoopee!! Oh yeah, first you have to win. If you’re losing, just head on back home with an empty stomach.
Did you know she’s a dealer?
No! I thought she had a real job.
She’s so quiet. Never has any company and seems to keep to herself. I knew she worked at night but . . . who would’ve ever thought? I’ve lived next door to her for years and didn’t know.
People who spend their lives burning and turning aren’t all bad. Some of them are very good. Good at their jobs and good at disassociating themselves from that atmosphere after they leave their jobs and change out of their penguin costumes, you know – black and whites. They even pay their bills and live in real houses, raise children and continue their education. They don’t even have to be force fed to survive. Imagine that…real people!
I should’ve known when you couldn’t figure out how to take time out of the pot that I couldn’t win. They should’ve blown up all of the Dunes’ dealers with the place. Instead they dusted them off and sent them over here.
What did you have? I only called because you checked on the turn. I was pretty sure that you didn’t have aces because you didn’t raise before the flop and you checked the turn.
What if you spent all of your time on the table in board games? You watched all the plays…all the bad hands…all the bad players…the good players…the dealers…the lights, fans, and televisions overhead…the cocktail servers and chip runners and brush when they came into view…you were passed around and around and touched by thousands of hands…sometimes caressed…sometimes bounced…sometimes in boastful arrogance someone states, “I’m the button!” Well you know they aren’t…they’re referring to having you in front of them…giving them the best position in a hand.
Ever hear this one? “Hey buddy, that gorgeous girl on the rail is watching you play poker and has been for the last 15 minutes!” The guy barely gives her a glance and goes back to his game. The bottom line is you can always find a pretty girl but you can’t always find a good poker game.
What do people do that don’t play poker? Do they have meals with their families, go to movies and football games, take their kid out to the park to play Frisbee Golf and all those normal, real life events or do those things only happen in the movies?
Ever check out the various economic divisions of life . . . such as: 1) people with money that live ordinary lives and drive Volkswagens because they like them vs. a Mercedes or Rolls because they’re a symbol of power and wealth; 2) the next class of people that are striving to always move up to status #1 and want everyone to know they are “SOMEONE” and they mouth off all of the time about what they own and who they do; 3) the ordinary person that goes to work every day just trying to improve and provide a better life for their families; 4) the person that struggles every day to put food on the table and clothes on their family and can never set aside enough money for a down payment on their own home; 5) and the person who lives on the street and has no out for the finer things in life that some of the rest of us just take for granted. There are a lot of variables here and we are going to slide right on by them because this is about poker of course.
A friendly little $6 – 12 holdem game. You climb into a double raised pot with A-9 of diamonds (you’re the button). The flop comes 8-7-3 with two diamonds. It’s bet – raised – called by two players in front of you – you call. The original raiser re-raises. Everyone calls. A black 6 pops off on the turn and the action goes haywire again. Everyone’s in and when it gets to you, you pop it up – what the hell, you’ve got two over cards, an open ended straight and flush draw.
The bet is capped and you’re rooting for a diamond – by now you know that you’re either up against a set or someone made a straight on the turn. The K of diamonds pops off on the river and everyone checks to you – you slam in the bet and get called in two places. The other two players flopped a set (8′s and 7′s).