I Can Pass, But I Can't Pass a Card Room
Me, last night:
"So I peek at 'em, and I'm looking at ace-king diamonds, right? So I hit it for three times the big blind. Two next to me cave, Donkey down the end calls, the rock on my right calls.
The flop arrives, ten-queen diamonds, rag. I check, Donkey hits it for half the pot. Rock calls. I need one diamond to the nut flush, so I call. I figure Donk's on a pair of tens and wants to scare me out.
Next card out is the deuce of diamonds. I've got the nuts, so I shove it all in. Donkey bloody well calls. Rock folds.
I figure Donk might be getting optimistic with two pair, but no. We flip over--the twerp's got pocket deuces, clubs and hearts. Three of a kind against my nut flush.
I'm just about to start raking chips when the river comes: Deuce of spades. Friggin' quads! Damn hee-haw."
Anthony Aloysius St. John:
"Yeah man, baaad beat. That guy's been loose and lucky all night."
Me (thinks): My god--I'm speaking in jargon!
Briefly: I play freeroll poker at one of the local restaurants. Players accumulate points. The top eight players will get to play, in December, for a trip for two to Las Vegas. Which is a fine place to be in the midst of a Canadian winter.
Because I'm a respectable poker player, most times, I've struggled into tenth place with 2650 points. The fellow above me, in position number nine, has 3200 points.
He wiped out early last night, so didn't earn any points. I earned 500, which leaves me in ...
Yup. Tenth place.
As Emo says: Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.