Saturday, March 24, 2007

Its getting really warm...

Holy Shit! It’s 70 outside, and its still March. Either the groundhog is really right, or this global warming thing is true. Maybe the earth is just trying to get rid of us parasites. I know how we screwed up, drilling and digging, burning everything up. It was over when we discovered how to make fire. I just wonder how the dinosaurs screwed up. I haven’t heard anything about fossilized matches…

Work is a trip as always. I got hit in the head by two cards yesterday. That was a first. I didn’t even flip out. I probably could have.

I read somewhere that ace-x (where x = any card from two to nine, suited or not) is called the tourist, because only a tourist will play it. We sure have a lot of tourists in wendover. I was paying off ace-x all day long yesterday. You could just about forget winning with pocket aces with me in the box yesterday. My favorite was when aces underraised preflop and gave away their entire $600 stack on the 2-5-6 rainblow flop. Yep. Donkey with aces goes all in. Savvy opportunist with 3-4 off calls the all in. Saw the twenty preflop for pot odds and hit the nuts. The $600 bet to win $100 just killed me. Only person who calls you is the one who beats you.

I swear to god I dealt to a scout troop and their scoutmaster yesterday. I guess they were all over 21, but they sure acted like they were tenderfoots working on their poker merit badge.

I splurged and got me some Ping Eye Two Irons on ebay. I think the temperature is getting to me.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Back in time for spring

Well loyal readers, a lot has happened since October. I am still working at the Rainbow, riding a crest of dealing bad beats. It’s been two this year already, including the $47,000 Omaha jackpot and a $7500 hold’em jackpot last week. I’m enjoying my new house and the people in it. I have several remodeling projects going, all at my own speed. I thought I HAD GIVEN UP ON BLOGGING, but I’ve had the urge again, so here goes one last try.

Last weekend I was dealing No Limit, specifically to a woman I’ll call Betty. Betty was a middle aged woman in a cowboy hat. She was very outgoing, talking to the entire table quite a bit. She was showing off a picture of her daughter that was being used as her screensaver on her phone. After inspecting the photo for several seconds, the quiet kid next to her, barely 21 and also wearing a cowboy hat deadpanned “I’d hit that” and handed the phone back. The entire table lost it. I needed a Kleenex, I was laughing so hard.

Monday was a trip too. It was my Friday, and I expected to be slow since Montego has a $17,000 bad beat jackpot. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Marina had come in with me to visit, and with her and a few other dealers who had shown up, we had a game. Talk quickly went to Carl, who wasn’t there that day. We were all enjoying Carl stories, usually relating to some new idea he had to make money. I remembered aloud the time he was selling the gasoline additives for increased gas mileage. Louis got some for a drive to Las Vegas, and Carl delivered it to him in capsule form, in a pill bottle labeled for male enhancement pills. The Viagra for the car line had the place cackling.

Marina inspired awe in all of the other dealers when her set over set turned to a bigger boat and took down the largest pot of the new game so far. She left early, taking a good chunk with her. She has been playing very well lately, finishing in the money on Friday at the Montego Bay noon tournament. I had a good night there on Sunday, drinking my way into an easy $250 profit. We have been bad beat chasing up there, since it is over $17,000.

What can I say about the Jazz…? Five wins in a row, 13 of 15. Division all but clinched.

Vegas next week anyone?