She had
arrived at BSC before I had, but was playing in a 2/5 game. When I got situated at my 1/2 game, she
joined me there. I didn’t hear what
prompted her to say this, but soon after she arrived at my table, I heard her
tell one of the players near her, “I’m just here because I’m having sex with
one of the dealers.”
I said to
her, “What? You mean right
now?”
A bit later
she contradicted that. Again, the
context, if there was one, was lost for me.
“Now that I’m married, I don’t have sex……besides, I’m on my period.”
I replied,
“Thank you for sharing that,” but a at least two or three of the guys at the
table said, “T.M.I., T.M.I.” The dealer at
that time was my pal George (for an earlier post featuring George, see here).
George the table, “She’s the queen of T.M.I.” Hard to argue with that.
There was a
guy at the table from Canada, and I must say, he didn’t represent his country
well. He was, in my opinion, a
douchebag. So we’ll call him CD, short
for “Canadian Douchebag.” He was sitting
behind a huge stack of chips, something like $800-$900. But that wasn’t why he was a douchebag.
He loved to
comment on my play. A few times, after I
took a few moments to act and then folded, “I knew you were gonna fold there.” Once or twice he added something like, “What
took you so long?” Once, when I didn’t
fold, he said, “I was sure you were gonna fold there.” This was after the hand was over, at
least.
Now, almost
all of these times it was when he wasn’t even in the hand, although one time it
might have been against him. I should
point out that I don’t normally take a long time to make decisions, and wasn’t
taking a long time on this night. What,
did he have a bus to catch?
But the most
annoying thing he did was, he kept calling me “Rob.” Yes, I know, that is my name. But I never told him that. He never asked me my name. He overheard Prudence calling me “Rob” and
just took it on himself to keep using my name whenever he addressed me, even
though he never told me his name. Not
that it would have mattered, I would still refer to him as Canadian Douchebag
even if I knew his name.
There was
actually something in the way he said my name that made it so grating. There was a tone in his voice, almost like he
was being sarcastic. Or nasty. Or just….something. He wasn’t addressing
anyone else like this…not by name, not commenting on anyone else’s action—just
mine. I started thinking that he was
somehow put off by my interaction with Prudence—or possibly because I was so
friendly with all the dealers that came to the table. But I think it had to do more with
Prudence. I don’t think he could figure
us out. We are an odd couple, for sure.
Prudence had
the same reaction to this guy. When I
whispered to her that this guy was really getting on my nerves, she whispered
back, “Yeah, he is kind of a douchebag, isn’t he?” I could not disagree. I considered suggesting that we change tables
when CD beat us to it. He picked up his
big stack of chips and left for greener pastures. Maybe his big problem was that I played too
tight for him to make any money off of?
Anyway, a
woman who didn’t really look familiar to me took his place. I’m pretty sure that Prudence didn’t
recognize her at all. But being
Prudence, and have consumed a few of those adult beverages I alluded to
earlier, she greeted the woman with the comment, “I hope you’re not a douchebag
like the last person who had the seat was.”
She did not
act either shocked or upset at this comment, much to my surprise. She took it well. Then, pointing to me, she said, “Well, ask
him if I’m a douchebag. He plays with me
all the time.”
I was a bit caught
off guard. I said something like, “Oh,
have we played together before?” She
assured me we had and didn’t seem too insulted that I couldn’t remember. She said something like, “I guess I’m not
very memorable.” We kept playing and she
was very nice, friendly, a good person to play poker with. In other words, she was indeed the complete
opposite of the Canadian Douchebag. As
we played on, slowly but surely, I remembered this woman. I really could remember playing with her only
one time, but as I recalled, it was a real long session. And even longer for her. We had played together for hours and I
recalled her telling me that she had already been at that same table for many,
many hours before I showed up.
The more I
thought, the more I remembered that session, and I even remembered her
occupation. I remembered her story about
how she had dropped a friend off at the airport on her day off and decided to
spend the day playing poker. I
remembered that before I had gotten a table change to her table that day, Steve
Martin (yes, that Steve Martin, the actor/comedian) had been playing at her
table for hours with her. I moved there
and he played one more hand and left.
That’s why the Steve Martin story never made it into a blog post.
The only
thing I didn’t remember was her name, which she told me (and I won’t reveal
here, of course). She was calling me
“Rob”, and I actually think she may have remembered it from our previous
session. In any case, she did not have
the nasty tone in her voice when she said it, unlike CD did.
It’s weird
that I didn’t recognize at all at first, but eventually remembered almost
everything about that session we had together.
Hopefully she wasn’t insulted by my slow memory.
We got into
one hand together and it did not end well for her. I raised preflop with pocket Jacks. Low flop and I bet out on it. She shoved.
But she was short stacked and it didn’t cost me all that much more to
call her. So even though I suspected I
was behind, it was an easy call.
We didn’t
show. The turn looked harmless but I was
happy to see a Jack hit the river. Sure
enough, I needed that Jack; she had flopped two pair. Prudence took note. “That’s my move!” I’ve mentioned here a couple of times
Prudence has been all in with pocket Jacks, been behind a bigger pocket pair,
only to hit her Jack on the river. (I
can’t seem to locate any of the posts, but I know they’re here, somewhere).
That wasn’t
the most memorable hand of poker during the evening, however. No, that came earlier, while CD was still at
the table, though it didn’t involve him.
When I first got to the table there was a young Korean man sitting to my
immediate left. Prudence was two seats
to my right. The Korean guy was raising
a lot, playing rather aggro, which did not please Prudence. She made some comments to him about his
aggressive play (as she tends to do when she’s had a few).
The Korean
guy had over $200 in front of him, Prudence had, I think, less than $!00 at
this point. My stack was more or less between
those two amounts. On the button I was
dealt a couple of Aces. Korean guy and
Prudence both limped, as did a few others.
I made a decent raise, and Korean guy and Prudence called.
The flop came
Ace-5-3, two diamonds. I was pretty
happy about it, obviously. I was even
happier when the Korean guy led out with a bet.
I was then thinking about how much to raise when I heard Prudence
announce “all in”!
That was
interesting. All three of us apparently
liked the flop. But since I had the 2nd
nuts at that moment, I had no choice but to shove as well. Note, I did briefly consider that Prudence
had played the Grump right there (ie, the deuce-four), but I didn’t think Prudence
would have called my raise with that.
Korean guy called.
No one showed
and two spades that didn’t pair anything filled out the board. I showed my set and Prudence and the Korean
guy mucked. Korean guy said he had two
pair. Prudence took a brief break at
that point. I didn’t feel good about
stacking Prudence, but hey, that’s poker.
I tweeted
about it, and she replied via tweet. She
had King-10 of diamonds, so, she made a move against the Korean guy with the
draw to the nut flush (the Ace on the board was one of the two diamonds on the
flop). She didn’t know, until I shoved
myself, that the flop hit me so hard.
She probably thought I had pocket Kings and that the Ace killed my hand.
It was a fun
night for me, as I ended up almost $200 ahead.
But I did feel a bit guilty about taking all of Prudence’s stack. At least it wasn’t a suck out.
I enjoyed this one and made it through the whole post in one sitting.
ReplyDeleteI was a bit confused that it was just a "one part" story though.
We all have off days, it's ok. Happens to ever guy now and then "Rob."
I know, I know. You guys all want longer posts. Sorry, serge, I'll try to do better in the future.
DeleteNice post....Rob.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bumstead.
DeleteDamn, winning with Aces, winning with Kings, winning with Jacks, what happened to the Rob I used to know?
ReplyDeleteI know, I know. If I don't lose a big hands with the dreaded pocket kings soon, I may just have to discontinue the blog!
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