Monday, January 13, 2003

Linda G. is pretty damned unhappy about my laxness in writing and keeping up the updates about the real world of poker so I’ve vowed to get started, in earnest, and keep the lines and tales from the green felt flowing.

In retrospect to the last post about Dino and Sammy, nope…not the Rat Pack, let’s get back to the Dino thread that was kind of hinting about more to come. Dino’s big claim to fame is that he once held down a job for 6 hours. He hated working. He makes fun of people that are happy in their jobs – especially poker dealers.

It goes something like this, he puts on a stupid grin and then makes sure that no one talks louder than he does, which means he has no volume control, because he wants to be the only person heard and off he goes. “Ohhhhh! I’m so happy I have a mortgage. I’m so stupid that I’m happy I have a job. Ohhhhhhh, I get to come to work every night. I’m so glad that I’m here.”

Drip about 5 gallons of sarcasm all over the statement and the look on his face and you’ll get the picture.

He dresses very well, no jeans and slouchy shirts or run down shoes for this guy, his clothes for the evening might cost more than the average person makes in two weeks. He’s not stupid by any means and he’s very witty, coupled with bitterness and alcohol and a few other drugs over the years…he will tell you this himself so it’s not idle gossip. Yet he’s sitting in the Sport’s Book at 2 a.m. with a girl that looks like she needs a life transfusion, (yeah as in get one), trying to sleep on his arm and he looks at you with alcohol stressed eyes that refuse to focus, and asks if you’re going to the Stardust. So in other words he needs a ride.

He’s always playing low limit, hanging in the Sport’s Book, drunk, slithering around the slots, and security has asked him to leave more than once but he feels he’s got the best of the game. Guess that’s the important part, how he feels about himself.

So back to the game the other night. He comes in after missing his blind and posting, never shuts up, starts a hell of a ruckus with you and you try to side step and slide around all the obstacles he throws in your path because only one other player in the $4-$8 Holdem game is a regular. There’s a few young, new players and you want them to have fun. You don’t want them to get initiated in to how to be an asshole at the poker table in one easy lesson.

After Dino rants at you for longer than God could stand, you just look at him and smile, “Hey, it’s hard to match wits with an unarmed man.”

The kid in the 10 seat busts out laughing. Dino goes a little crazy and wants to know what you said. You just keep dealing. This makes Dino even nosier. He does say something that’s pretty funny though: “If you keep it up, I’m going to have to call someone and have myself thrown out of here.”

That one brought the house down. They all laughed.

At the same time, there’s a sultry beauty in the Four Seat. Of course Dino went after her. She ignored him and parried with a few curt sentences from time to time and finally he made the big mistake of getting really mean.

She had mentioned that her husband played higher limits while conversing with the Three Seat. Dino just couldn’t let it go and stated that he would also play higher limits if he was married to her…followed with, “So I wouldn’t have to be around you.”

The beauty looked like someone slapped her in the face and turned away from him in disgust.

You knew it was too much and he crossed the line so when he started to say something else to her, you interjected with, “Leave her alone. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Dino shut up for a few seconds and then started on you again. You get pushed and tell the dealer coming in that Dino has been totally rude to the Four Seat and she doesn’t want to talk to him.

You then go to the Floor Person and tell them that Dino is borderline for being ballistic and he’s hassling the Four Seat. You’re about five minutes in your next down and Dino’s chips are racked and he’s leaving. Well, you mess with the bull you get the horn, Buddy. Who was the beauty? Todd Brunson’s wife, Doyle’s daughter-in-law.

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Monday, January 06, 2003

Dino and Sammy…all in one night? Sammy’s a derelict railbird, nowhere to go, no life, (no happy thought unless it’s watching someone else be miserable), demanding, hateful, mooch, mooch, mooch…oh yeah, and those are his good points. What does he do with the rest of his life when he’s not hanging out on the rail? Who would even bother to find out?

Condescending? You damn right! When you’re the brunt of someone trying to boss you around when they aren’t even a customer and are mooching off of the customers…hell, nothing more needs to even be said about it.

A Sammy background: Fahlah and Ray D. both play $15-$30 Holdem while they wait for $30-$60 seats. They both come in to play poker and are serious players and easy to get along with. Ray was a cop in NY years ago and he has a sense for strange people and a touch for the ‘people of the street’ which gives him a feel/sense for Sammy. Fahlah is Middle Eastern and that gives him a background or familiarity with Sammy because Sammy’s Lebanese.

Sammy sits behind either of them, as a sweater, whenever they are in the room playing. He’s drunk, mumbling, and makes really rude, terrible comments about everyone in the game and the dealer.

One night when you’re dealing $30-$60 Holdem, Sammy sits behind Fahlah, who’s in the One Seat and that puts Sammy right behind you Mumbling through his alcohol induced state of hatred, he’s jabbing and prodding Fahlah’s arm to get his attention, speaking in another language, and you turn to Sammy and state, “No conversation during the hand, please.”

Sammy glares at you as if you don’t know your place and expects you to crawl into a hole.
Fahlah laughs with you when you deal. He asks you what you call Sammy…you say, “Jerk!”

Fahlah finds that to be very humorous. He says that Sammy is ‘nasty’ not just mean but ‘nasty’.

Well one night when you’re dealing to both Ray and Fahlah and Sammy is sitting behind Fahlah, Ray looks at Sammy and asks, “You cheating on me?”

Maybe you would have to be there but it is funny! Sammy is a low life, ass kissing creep and he goes with whomever will tolerate and stroke him. So on to tonight.

Ray is waiting for a seat in $15-$30 Holdem at 2 a.m. as the $30-$60 looks horrible and Ray is playing $4-$8 Holdem while he waits. Who found him? Who comes to sit behind him? Creep Breath the Jerk, of course.

Ray gets called for $30-$60 Holdem and Sammy asks Ray to leave his chips and let him play if Ray takes the seat in $30-$60. You look at Ray and say, “No! Take him with you if you go.”

Gus a player/dealer, in the seat next to Ray, agrees that Ray should take Sammy with him. Ray laughs…”You guys are mean!”

Sammy is so drunk that he misses all of the innuendos and conversation around and about him. He keeps telling Ray to raise and bet although he’s never seen Ray’s cards and has no idea what the play of the hand has been.

Ray is on his 2nd buy-in without winning a hand and he tosses his cards with a shrug and gives you the ‘what the hell is going on look’ and you nod at Sammy and mouth, “Jonah!”

Ray starts laughing. Hey, it’s all worth it in the long run!

Moving on! Dino? He’s definitely convinced that he’s the hottest thing since crunchy peanut butter and has a mouth to back it up. He is a player though and can be very funny when he’s semi-sober. Tonight he wasn’t even close to the semi part of it but he was a great straight man for all the jokes that went right over his head…of course, they were aimed at him. But more on him later.

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“I want to know the rules!”

Sometimes it’s extremely difficult to keep a straight face when you’re dealing a game and a player is going ballistic because they think you’re doing something to them. You’ve never seen them before, and after this session you hope you never see them again, but they are totally convinced that you, the damn dealer, are doing it to THEM.

You slide into the dealer’s box in a lively little, $4-$8 Holdem game that’s rocking and rolling with chips, laughter, and poker, poker, poker…everyone except the Two Seat. He’s European, fairly small in stature and sort of resembles Santa Claus without the beard. He’s got a jaunty little green felt fedora perched to one side and instead of a serene gaze, he’s got glare devils shooting out of his eyes. Especially at you, the dealer, each time he looks at his hole cards. He pelts his cards at your fingers more than once but you deftly avoid any collision with flying objects so he’s not getting any satisfaction there either.

He goes all-in and pulls out a $50 bill. You reach for it because the only cash that plays is $100 bills. He yanks it back and demands $40 in chips and $10 in cash. You just smile and say, “Ok!” and call for a soft break.

He gets his chips and keeps giving you glare looks while the rest of the table is chirping, laughing, and gambling. He’s now the Small Blind and the player under the gun, puts a straddle on it, making it $8 to go.

Everyone’s having a great time and they’re noisy so at least three times, you announce very loudly, “Live eight!” as you shuffle the deck and start to deal.

One player calls, everyone folds to the Two Seat and the Two Seat throws in $2 more for a total of $4. The worst of it happens because the player in the Big Blind throws their hand away which now obligates the Two Seat to either leave in the additional $2 and throw his hand away or call $6 more and playing the hand.

Try explaining this to someone that’s already mad as hell and shoots skin shredding, laser beams at you every few minutes. But of course you do and it works out just like you thought it would. The Two Seat has a fit because he didn’t know it was raised.

In a gentle voice, you explain that you stated it was a live $8 as you shuffled the deck…not just once but three times. And that the action passed him after he called and what his options are.

He’s got a wild look in his eyes, like they might explode right out of his head.

The live $8 Player waves his hand at the Two Seat and says, “Throw your hand away.”

The Two Seat hesitates and finally does pitch his hand. You quickly scoop his $4 into the pot and put up the Flop. The Two Seat keeps glaring and starts mumbling. He zings out a demand, “Call the Floor Man.”

You’ve really had it with his little, mean ass and you look him right in the eye and in a very controlled voice, you state, “I don’t want to because if I do, you might have to leave the game.”

The Two Seat. “I want the know the rules.”

Three players chimed in at the same time, “That is the rule.”

You continue with, “I want you to relax and play poker. Have a good time.” You say it with a smile and just keep on dealing. Hell, that was more fun than getting on his case for being a jerk anyway.

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Wednesday, January 01, 2003

It’s here. The New Year has drawn out on the old year and everyone’s still playing.

First an issue that has to be addressed. You’re probably wondering what Linda and Chanzes have in common.

1) We both hate whiners. Get the hell up, look life in the face and address the issue. It’s not the world that has a problem, it’s you.

2) Poker is a common denominator using chips and cards and the basic structure of the game being played. Everything else is the whimsy of mankind and how they relate to it.

3) People make poker what it is; the game, the wins/losses, the structure, it’s all relative.

4) If you can’t handle the heat or the beat, go home and turn on the TV…there’s probably some lifeless melodrama there waiting to bore you to death.

5) Men are great. The stronger the face, the tighter the ass, the more ‘yahoo’ that goes into rattling their cage when they play poker. How do their wives relate to that? Who cares! She can learn to play poker too if she wonders what he’s doing with all those hours away from home. There’s more than one game being played at the table.

6) We both hate the same things in players and dealers. Lots of dealers just can’t figure it out. Perhaps there’s a school for dealers that sit in the dealer’s box and are still lost…in other words, they can’t figure out what their job entails. But they would flunk out of this school anyway. If they can’t figure out what the job requirements are, like “paying attention”, “shut up and deal”, “customer service”, how in the hell could they graduate from the school? Yet they are everywhere, in all poker rooms, filling up the dealer’s chairs with their stupidity and bad dealing attitude and they are tolerated by management and players. Players? Well most players are doing what they are supposed to do.

7) We are both slightly crazy and mentally ill with life so certain factors that you might find to be offensive just crack us up because we look at the overview. We admit that we are mingling with the mind mix of the lost and delusional, stirred with a few cups of self torment, and tossed with shredded loser. We are entertained by the whole picture. Maybe you would have to be there….

Time to move on or a quagmire, black hole, spiral effect may occur. Blackouts are known to occur when there is no rhyme or reason for certain actions and effects.

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A couple of notables from the year 2002. Andrew, a Brit, that plays the $15-$30 Holdem at Bellagio and used to play $10-$20 at the Mirage, (although he plays no limit and pot limit tournaments), put in a raise on Christmas Eve.

He phrased it this way, “A Christmas Raise. A gift!”

It was extremely cute and appropriate. Oh yeah, he won the pot so it really was none of he above but it sounded so cool.

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Layne F. while playing in a No Limit Holdem Satellite – down to Layne and his opponent. Facing a raise, Layne raised. The opponent stated, “You’re going against the odds!”

Layne replied, “I’ve already beat them. I made it to 30.”

Love that guy! How can you not love that daring smile, the devilish light in those eyes and the constant chatter that always makes his opponent believe that he can never win even when Layne has the worst of it?

More on Layne at another time.

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Tuesday, December 24, 2002

I am totally thrilled to be here. It seems a little bare right now but with all the action and happenings in a poker game/room, this page will soon fill up and over run its brim, like a pail put under a leaking roof during a monsoon.

Linda has spent a lot of time pondering whether or not she would give up her Diary and allow me to write my experiences here. Finally….

I’m on…I’m here…I’m in your face…in your thoughts…writing what you want to read…and ready to ROCK AND ROLL…Show Time is an understatement of the plethora of events and happenings that I will write about. Stay tuned.

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December 24, 02. Christmas Eve and Christmas:

There were no stockings, the cards were in the air. Some players were still on their way, others filled the chairs.

It’s Christmas? Oh Hell, it’s poker, it’s a zoo. They bantered, they laughed, some argued too.

Others drew out with a scream and a shout but there were no children milling about.

The visions of sugar plums had long since passed, these kids were gambling, they were having a gas.

No curfew, no hiding to watch Santa creep…not once did they think of being fast asleep.

With chips in their hands and cards being dealt, they came to play, to meet and battle across the green felt.

No one went home, they’ve managed to stay…they’re still slamming chips and play, play, play, And it’s way past Christmas Day.

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Well you get the picture. Most people think that Christmas is slow, the players stay home or whatever it is they do when they aren’t playing poker. Absolutely untrue! Jamming! It will stay that way until sometime into January.

If you plan on a New Year’s Eve visit to Bellagio, come early. The Strip is locked down at 7 p.m. and does not open again until after 3 – 4 a.m. It’s open only to foot traffic. Party on, dudes and dude-ettes.

But if you want to play poker, the casinos close around 8 p.m. Yes, Kids! Close is the key word here. If you don’t have a room key or an employee ID, you are not admitted after that time period. You can leave but you can’t come back unless you get a stamped card from the poker room. If you are in Valet or the parking garage, you may NOT leave because the Strip is closed. This is not a joke, it’s the way it is.

Swing shift employees hate it because it’s a 10 1/2 hour shift. They are required to be onsite by 6 p.m. and encouraged to car pool because parking is absolutely a B-I-T-C-H! But it goes with the territory.

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Last week in a Mixed $1,500 – $3,000 Omaha 8 or Better Limit game and Omaha Pot Limit game, Doyle B. was giving Black Birds as Christmas presents to the dealers when they went through his game. Yep, that’s a $100 Toke. Thank you, Doyle!

On Christmas Daniel N. came into the room, appeared to be slightly on the tipsy side. U-m-m-m-h-h-h-h, slightly?

Evelyn was playing $15-$30 Holdem and he ran up to her and demanded, with his impish little grin, that she raise in the dark. He knew she would win if she did. She said, “No!”

As her cards were dealt, Daniel picked up six $5 chips and threw them out at the same time that she threw her cards into the muck. It was simultaneous raise/muck. Funny! He rambled on with her for a few more minutes before he moved off to create havoc with other players. Who’s Evelyn? A tall, sleek, Asian Beauty from Canada. She’s been in and out of town since the Mirage days. Graceful and beautiful, she’s an asset to any poker room.

But let’s get back to Daniel. A few hours later he was walking through the poker room with a stack of $10 chips in his hand and stopping at each table, he threw each dealer a chip, “This is for you!” until he ran out of chips.

Dealing isn’t always easy and sometimes it makes such a huge difference in your night if someone even tells you that you do a good job, let alone throw extra money at you. So to all of you that spent Christmas Eve and Christmas and will spend New Year’s Eve and New Years with us and give us money on top of that…Yippeee! Thank you.

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Saturday, December 21, 2002

Just for you David Sklansky fans. This info was given by David L. He does not live in Vegas but comes to play on a regular basis.

They were playing $80-$160 Holdem, a little over a week ago, and the game must have been pretty dry. David S. announced that anyone who could win a pot with 7-2 should be given $100 by each of the other eight players, thus making a little pot sweetener of $800 for the winner. Gamb-o-o-o-l!

One player objected so…no go. Everyone else was loaded and ready to fire at the idea. Some crazy play developed from the statement and David S. started it right off.

He raised with 7-2 and got raised by 7-7. The board; Flop 8-5-2, Turn 2, River 9. Imagine the holder of 7-7 looking at David S. showing down 7-2. Oughta be really good for poker.

The report from David L. on hands that won and lost with 7-2, as the pocket cards, is a little sketchy but hoping for more detailed input soon.

One hand in particular that David L. played with David S. David L. was the big blind with 7-2, David S. was 2nd position from the big blind with A-3H.

David S. raised pre-flop and everyone else folded to David L. David L. raised.

The Flop was A-8-8 with the Ace and an 8 of one suit. David L. bet, David S. raised, David L. raised, David S. called.

The turn was a 7. David L. fired, David S. called.

The River 4 put a three flush on the board and David L. checked. So did David S. As David S. stacked the chips, he said, “If you bet the River, you win the pot.”

Guess the answer here would be ‘never holler whoa in a horse race’, just keep firing and hope they give up.

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Friday, December 20, 2002

It’s almost time for Santa to come sweeping across the horizon with his sleigh filled with goodies and those wonderful little reindeer jumping and prancing and pulling the load. Magic! That’s what really sings in our hearts this time of year, children feel it, want it, need it, and in our hearts, even as adults, a lot of us want to believe in magic also. It’s there. It’s in the air, surrounding our being and thoughts, just out of sight and out of reach, but still….

Ok, back to the real world.

Talk about taking some beats, this is one really bad run in $100-$200 7 Card Stud. The victim, er…ahhh…player, is Cal in the 2 seat. He started rolled up with 10′s. A player – known as “K” – in the 4 seat, brings the bet in for $25. He’s low with a 5.

Cal never even slow played the hand. Cal completed the bet to $100. K. came right in.

On 4th Street Cal caught a King. K. caught a 5 which paired his door card.

K. bet $100, Cal raised, K. called.

On 5th Street, Queen for Cal and K. caught another 5. Three 5′s showing in K.’s hand now. K. bet $200 and again Cal raised. K. called.

Sixth Street brings Cal a Queen which gives him 10′s full of Queens.

K. catches a 6 and checks. Cal bets and K. calls.

On the River Cal catches a 9 and K. catches…surprise card…the 4th five. He caught runner-runner 5-5-5 and then fired $200 at Cal.

Cal called with the statement, “You must’ve made four 5′s.”

K. triumphantly turned over his cards to win the pot and Cal started laughing. No…not hysterical laughter but most of the world would’ve reacted with that having taken that beat.

The worst part of it was that K. started in with, “Why didn’t you raise me?”

Really bad form and a totally stupid statement but that’s the way it is in the real world today.

Cal had two more beats by the same player in the next few hours.

Cal started with 9-10 Hearts in the hole, up card Ace Hearts. His next cards in order were 5-8 Hearts. He made a flush in five. His last two cards were the 7 of spades and Queen of Clubs.

K.’s hand went like this; hole cards, AD-JC, up card 4S. His next cards in order were 4C-JD-3D and Rivered a full house with the 4D.

The next little, nerve shredding beat went like this:

Cal’s hand; KD, 3C,//KH-9D-9C-6S//10S.

K.’s hand; QD, 5C//QH-7C-2H-8D//QS.

Obviously Cal never had a chance in any of these hands. Humph! Gag, choke, spit! He never slow played any of them and still knows that he had the best of it and will every time he plays because he is a ‘player’. He takes the beats and the wins in stride. Cal doesn’t do the hand wringing, card throwing, swearing crap when he takes a beat, he just gets ready for the next hand.

Watch out kids!

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Friday, December 13, 2002

The tournament finished today with the unpublicized final, Triple Draw Limit Lo Ball. This was an add-on.

There are Super Satellites running this weekend and next weekend for a seat in the $25,000 WPT final held at Bellagio’s Five-Star World Poker Classic beginning April 2, 03. Call 702-693-7291 for more information.

But back to the real world of poker. The tournament is over but the games aren’t. It starts like this. Surround yourself with your own sense of insanity and it fits better, much easier to see and understand what happens in poker games.

Table 1. a little nightmare of high limit but actually quite entertaining and funny if you have the insanity shield installed before you enter the game as a dealer. 1 seat, Doyle. 3 seat, Ming La. 6 seat, Chau, 7 seat, Sammy. Sammy never stops talking while he’s trying to get everyone to gamble with him, explaining now and many more times, that he’s stuck $1,000,000 in this game. Is he exaggerating? Probably not.

The game? $2,000 – $4,000 Omaha 8 or Better and Pot Limit Omaha. There’s lots pancakes on the table – yeah, $25,000 chips – and stacks of $5,000 chips along with $1,000 and $500 chips. Doyle has a zillion chips surrounding his position and half filling a play over box that’s laying on its side…almost as if the play over box would keep any of his chips from escaping to the other players.

Sammy keeps up the jive talking, telling Doyle that Doyle’s winner and Doyle starts telling him that he will sell all of his chips for $200,000 as he thinks he’s stuck in the game. Which in turn causes Doyle to start counting down and then he decides he’s actually winner. This process takes two or three hands to complete and the banter is still going back and forth.

Chau is pretty quiet and Ming La isn’t saying anything.

There are two Dealer buttons on the table. One is for the Pot Limit Omaha and the other is for the limit Omaha 8 or Better. The game switches to Pot Limit Omaha and Ming La takes a walk to the next table to visit with his friend Danny D. Sammy starts the argument that Ming can’t walk, he’s got to play both games. Ming argues over his shoulder that he doesn’t play Pot Limit.
In the meantime, Chau and Sammy go to war. To add a clinker to the affair, there’s a cap on how much a player can put in the pot on each hand. $60,000. Chau and Sammy do exactly that, plus $3,500 from Doyle before the flop.

The Flop is Jack-9-little, with two spades. The Turn is a Spade when the last $13,000 each goes in… they talk briefly about a deal, Chau does not have a flush, Sammy has top set and the decision is to deal. Sammy wins.

Chau picks up his chips, prepared to leave the game, swearing and cursing about the Pot Limit Omaha and he doesn’t want to play it. Ming La comes back into the game and it’s Sammy’s button.

Doyle and Ming La tell Chau they want to play only the Omaha 8 or Better Limit game and Sammy begins to moan and lament that they are trying to shut him out because he only plays the 8 or Better so he can play the Pot Limit as that’s his game. An argument ensues for a few minutes between all of them.

The decision is made to play limit and Sammy takes a walk. Doyle tells the other two that they really want to keep Sammy in the game. What’s a fish without any eyes…f-s-h-h-h-h, silly.

Sammy comes back. He has the Button in the Pot Limit but he’s going to lose it if they switch to Omaha 8 or Better Limit because it’s Doyle’s Button. Another argument begins.

Doyle asks if Sammy has the button if he’s happy…yes! Sammy gets the button and Ming La has a fit because he posted the big blind already when the game changed. So….Doyle opts to post the Big Blind, let Sammy have the button, and let Ming La post the Small Blind. The hand is dealt and played out. Now Doyle opts to give Ming La the Button which puts Chau in the Small Blind and Sammy in the Big Blind.

Sammy has a fit and says he’s leaving. He takes a short walk. Doyle gave up his Button and posted the Big Blind to keep Sammy and Ming La happy. He knows when he’s got the best of it.

When the Button gets back to Doyle, Sammy returns and they all agree that he can be dealt in without posting. What a happy little crew!

By the end of the night it was Eli E., Chau, Sammy, Jennifer, Jack G., Howard (not Howard L.), Ming La, and they moved to Table 3 because Sammy felt Table 1 was very unlucky. The game? $2,000-$4,000 Omaha 8 or Better and David S. made the comment that any $30-$60 Omaha 8 or Better player would have the best of it in that game. Read between the lines here.

Well…on to Table 2. Yen (known to play for 3 days straight and get stuck $100,000 and then get even), Danny D., (friend of Ming La), and David from France, all three of them like to put chips in the pot, were playing $400-$800 Deuce to 7 Triple Draw and 7 Card Stud 8 or Better.
Danny D. took a walk after a few hands and David and Yen stayed and played. Yen ran over David the first 15 to 20 minutes of the game and then David did a little running over, backing up, and running over again move on Yen.

The funniest part of all of it was that during the Yen reign, when Yen raised or bet and David folded, David threw all five of his hole cards into Yen’s hand each time…not Yen’s cards but Yen’s hand. Much better than the dealer having to fade it. Yen never said a word or flinched, just stacked the chips.

The rest of the night? $60-$120 Omaha 8 or Better with a 1/3 Kill, $30-$60 Holdem, $15-$30 Holdem, $20-$40 Omaha 8 or Better with a Kill, $8-$16 Holdem, more $8-$16 Holdem, $15-$30 7 Card Stud, and on and on. TGIF.

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Thursday, December 12, 2002

Well the fat lady isn’t singing but Erick Lindgren is…he won the Big Tournament at Bellagio today, read the report and final standings here. He’s a way Kewl Kid with a big, shy smile and a great attitude. Woo Hoo for him and for the Poker World, we need more players like him.

The roster of name brand players that filled Bellagio’s tables during the Bellagio Five-Diamond World Poker Classic Tournament is awesome. But better than that is that most of them play there on a regular basis. It’s not uncommon to see Huck Seed, Johnny Chan, Barry Johnston, Jennifer Harmon, Annie Duke, Doyle Brunson, Chip Reese, Tom McEvoy, Scotty Nguyen, Carlos Mortenson, etc., etc., playing on any given night.

Ted Forest is credited with the classic statement “On the basketball court, there is only one Michael Jordon. But in poker, anyone can be Michael Jordon.” And don’t we know it!

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On the people side of life, the holidays are rapidly approaching and another year has sped by. Time escapes us, slipping past while we sleep, work, and lose ourselves in the turmoil of time schedules and living in general. One day we realize that things we wanted to do will never get done because the time is past or cannot be regained.

Don’t wait to take care of yourself and those you love.

Don’t wait to take a walk or watch a sunrise or share a phone call and laugh with someone you care about.

Don’t think you’ve got it tough or life beat you up. All you have to do is look around and you know that life is good…enjoy the small treasures of life and the rest of it seems to melt into peace and happiness naturally.

A favorite toast, May the best of your past, be the worst of your future. May it be so for you and yours and the world around us.

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

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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.

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