This was a frustrating night at the
Mirage on a Saturday night earlier this month.
It was frustrating because it was a good game and there was a human ATM
there and I was just too card dead to take advantage of the situation.
As I was taking my seat, I recognized someone at a table across the room. It was the one, the only....grrouchie! I waved to him and I thought he was waiving back. But it turned out he was merely waiving to the floor because he had just been called for a table change and decided to stay where he was.
As I was taking my seat, I recognized someone at a table across the room. It was the one, the only....grrouchie! I waved to him and I thought he was waiving back. But it turned out he was merely waiving to the floor because he had just been called for a table change and decided to stay where he was.
I was much too lazy to get up to say
hello to him, so I tweeted out that "I spy @grrouchie." Now I had noticed that our mutual pal Alaskagal was dealing at the table he was
sitting at. Well, although grrouchie
didn't notice me, AG did (I had briefly said hello to her earlier when I was
there getting my comp for dinner). She
told him, "Rob is here...he's over at that table." And he must have seen me because he said to
her, "Oh, you mean that old bald guy?" Harummph.
I'm not bald. Not yet, anyway. AG was surprised, not realizing he was
kidding. "You never met
Rob?" Anyway, he tweeted out that
AG was dealing to him and not me. At the
time, I thought it was in response to my tweet but he insisted he sent that
tweet out before he saw mine.
Let me tell you about this human
ATM. The first unusual thing I saw him
do was when he was down to his last chip.
He had gone all-in against someone and lost. Turned out he had the winner covered by a
buck—one lousy buck. The dealer asked
him if he wanted to get more chips and
he didn't respond. So she dealt the next
hand and he put his last dollar in blind.
Guess what? He lost.
Now up until then I assumed he was
pretty much finished. You've seen this,
right? A guy doesn't feel like cashing
in his last few dollars so he just plays them until he loses. He is too lazy or too embarrassed to go to
the cashier to get cash for his last couple of chips. And since he doesn't know when he'll be back
(and if he's a tourist it might a really long time) he doesn't want to stick
the chip(s) in his pocket for next time.
Well that's what I thought this
was. But to my surprise, when he lost
the buck he pulled out his money and bought in for another $100. WTF? If he was gonna rebuy anyway, why the well
would he play his last buck like that instead of buying more chips first and
just having a playable stack in the first place? I mean, what did he hope to accomplish with
that one buck? A double up? OK, a triple up? Yeah, then he'd have three whole bucks to
play with. How many times would he have
to shove and win in order to work that one buck up to something he could
actually play poker with? Seemed absurd
to me.
Anyway, from that point, I saw this
guy just basically give away between $500-$700, $100 at a time. He would either shove or call a shove and
lose every single time. Seriously. Now, I can understand the shoving—he was
bluffing and hoping to get a call, or perhaps overvaluing his made hand. But sometimes he would call and the other
player would show a rather mediocre hand—and he just mucked without
showing. I was thinking, "Why did
you call a shove if you couldn't even beat a hand like that?" It happened too often for me to believe he
was calling with draws (that missed) every time.
I texted grrouchie that I was in a
really good game and suggested he join me.
He did, but unfortunately by the time he made it over the game had
changed. A few of the looser players had
taken off. And as for the human ATM, he
finally got tired of losing money $100 at a time. So finally, he rebought for $300. And after a hand or two, he started playing a
little more sanely. The raises were
smaller and he was able to find the "fold" button a lot instead of
the "raise" and "call" buttons. By the time grrouchie sat next to me, he was
able to accuse me (legitimately) of misrepresenting the game. Sorry, man.
Once there, the grouch man proceed to
insult an entire European nation. The
most aggro player once he got there was this guy with a foreign accent. Grrouchie finally asked him where he was from
and he said France. So grrouchie said,
"Gee, your head is not nearly as pointy as I would have
expected." The guy was taken aback
but I think the language barrier probably saved grrouchie from getting punched
out. He acted like he had no idea what
grrouch was talking about (probably because he didn't). So grrouchie explained that he was making a
Coneheads reference. Well, no wonder it
fell flat. It's a pretty dated
reference. I doubt the guy from France had ever heard of the Coneheads. I mean, has anybody even thought of the
Conheads in the past 20 years? And I'm
including Dan Aykroyd in that.
Anyway, there was a female dealer at
one point and for some reason she started telling this story about this weird
question a player once asked her. This
took place a few years back when the rodeo was in town. This cowboy had been playing for a few hours
and then cashed out his chips. The lady
dealer telling the story happened to be flooring this particular evening.
So the cowboy went over to her and
said, "Do you mind if I ask you a question? It's a little embarrassing....it's a little
out there." He was obviously
embarrassed. She said to him, "Sir,
I've been dealing poker in Vegas for years.
I've heard it all. Nothing can
shock me." So he asked her,
"How can you tell the difference between a girl who's going to the club
and just walking and a working girl?"
We all laughed and grrouchie gave his answer which for the life of me, I
can't recall. But I'm sure it was both witty and insightful.
But of course, if you've been reading
this blog regularly you know the right answer.
I said, "It's easy. The hookers
are dressed much more conservatively than the club girls."
The dealer thought about that for a
second and said, "I think you're right."
Of course I was right.
I played three hours and wrote down
only four or five hands. Looking them
over, none of them are worth talking about.
Sometimes that doesn't stop me, but this time it will. The one hand I got into with the human ATM
when he was giving away money ended up being a split pot between the two of
us. Otherwise, won a few small pots,
lost a bunch of small pots (or they were small when I folded). Ended up booking a small loss. I was just too damn card dead to win or lose
a lot of money.
I read your story about the working girls to the PQ. Her answer was "Well Boob Rob ought to know". She is also hoping you'll be in town in early October when we are out there.
ReplyDeleteLOL...give my regards to the PQ. I'm sorry, but early Oct is a no go. I am most likely going to be there around Halloween.
DeleteYou just never know what the games will be like at Mirage.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Of course you can say that about any room but there's more variance between the quality of games at some rooms than others.
DeleteI consider myself a pretty big Not Ready for Prime Time Players fan and I don't think I would've gotten that reference.
ReplyDeleteYep....I had no idea what he was talking about until he mentioned The Coneheads.
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