Driving Around in Circles (Part 1 of 2)
The title is accurate. Unfortunately,
I got a little carried away and wrote so much preamble, I won't get to the
actual poker until part 2. So unlike me
to get so wordy, I know. Don't worry,
the second part is written and I will post it in just a day or two.
But on Saturday, August
29, I actually played poker. Real,
live poker. And not some seedy
little underground home game. Nope, it
was totally above board, real live poker an in actual brick and mortar card
room. Actually it was full-fledged
casino, in fact. In California, yet.
So no, I didn't go to
Vegas. And no, Emperor Gavin Newsom did
not come to his senses and deign to allow casinos and card rooms to open in the
state he rules. In fact, he came out
with new guidelines for re-opening the state's economy that are virtually
impossible to ever meet until COVID-19 completely disappears. Basically, if it is up to Emperor Newsom, the
state won't re-open until NASA is able to send astronauts to Uranus and
back. That's only a mild
exaggeration. It really looks like we
are locked down for the rest of the year.
Or perhaps we will open up completely on, say, November 4. We'll see.
But although he no doubt
thinks he is, Newsom isn't quite God. Many years ago, CA made a deal with a
number of Indian tribes to allow casinos on their land. Due to agreements with both state and federal
authorities, casinos on Indian land are not subject to most state laws. The
Indian lands are basically sovereign nations within the state of CA.
Thus, Indian casinos in
CA are very different than the card rooms in the state. The Bike, Commerce, Player's Casino in
Ventura…..they are all card rooms. You
won't find a slot machine in any of them.
They do have table games, but they have weird rules because it is
against CA law for anyone to play against the house. That's why poker is fine. For blackjack, someone other than the house
must bank the game. You can't bet
against the Bike. You bet against a
third-party that is the banker. In
reality this third-party is usually just a big corporation unrelated to the
card room but just as big, financially speaking. Somehow there is a rake or a
"collection" involved so that both the house and the banker make
money. Of course just like any blackjack
game, the odds are stacked against you.
But in these Indian
casinos, it's pretty much just like Vegas.
For one thing, there are slot machines.
Boy are there slot machines! I
believe that a few years ago there was a proposition on the ballot that would
allow the CA card rooms to have slot machines.
You can bet the Indian gaming lobby spent a boatload of money
advertising against it, and it failed. The table games play like Vegas table
games. And the poker plays like….well
poker.
So when the Emperor shut
down the state in March, there was really nothing to stop the Indian casinos
from keeping open and operating as they had been. But they all shut down, at least initially. I
think they, like everyone else, had safety concerns, and for sure they didn't
want any bad publicity from an outbreak. Not sure if they were worried about
legal liability since they are sovereign nations. But they all shut down, to the best of my
knowledge.
In fact, in the brief
period when Emperor Newsom had come to his senses and started re-opening
things, I'm not sure all the tribal casinos re-opened. But then, three weeks later, the Emperor
freaked out and closed everything back down.
There was no reason for the tribal casinos to close, but most did. I believe that the only one in Southern CA to
either stay open or re-open shortly after a brief close was a new one, Jamul
Casino in San Diego county. A few in
Northern CA opened around the same time.
But nothing near me.
The nearest Indian
casino to me is Chumash, north of Santa Barbara. I have been there once, many, many years ago
when I was a limit player. I don't remember much about it other than it wasn't
worth the drive. If I recall correctly,
the limit game I played (2/4 or 3/6 most likely) had either a kill or a
half-kill, which I have always disliked.
It's a long drive, and it's on some less than great roads, and it takes
you thru a wonderful tourist town called Solvang, which is great to visit but
not to drive through if you're mostly anxious to play poker.
I was surprised that
Chumash stayed closed during the second lockdown. But finally the other day, looking through
Bravo, I saw they had games running. I
think they re-opened August 21. But I
also saw that another tribal casino had games running—Morongo Casino, out near
Palm Springs. I believe they re-opened
around the same time.
It started to occur to
me that I now had two choices if I wanted to play poker badly enough (and of
course badly is the only way I play poker). And I started considering it.
Google maps told me that
Chumash was slightly closer but a somewhat longer drive. Morongo was just a straight shot down
Interstate 10. Easy Peazy. About a 90-100 minute drive. A long way to go for an afternoon, but
doable. Although I had never been inside,
I do recall driving it past it once over 20 years ago when I had a meeting out
past it for work. I remember being
rather surprised to see a casino out there in the middle of the desert, in the
middle of CA. This was long before I was
playing poker.
Well, I'm sure you all
read my second to last post (here). You
know how I feel about having been under house arrest since mid-March. You know it has been driving me more than a
little bit nuts. The thought of actually
having something to do, someplace to go on a Saturday, had great appeal to
me. But I'm not crazy (at least, not
totally crazy). I had concerns of course
of catching the virus. Would it be safe?
I had decided that
Morongo would be the preferable choice, especially since they had 1/3 NL ($100-$300)
as opposed to 2/3 NL (I assume $100-$300).
I checked their website and their safety protocols looked pretty
solid. I began thinking more and more of
scheduling a trip out there to check it out.
I didn't rush over there
because I naively thought we might just be days from California opening up and
that poker rooms nearer to me would be available. Like Bike or Commerce. Or in a perfect world, my Ventura room. After
all, that spike in hospitalizations and deaths that sparked the Emperor to shut
us back down had passed. Everything was
looking positive. Surely we could open
up again. I really thought that. Silly me, fool that I was, I gave Newsom way
too much credit.
On Friday, August 28,
Emperor Newsom released his new guidelines, and as I've indicated in the
opening of this post, the guidelines are a joke. A sick, sick joke. No chance of a poker room
under the Emperor's control opening any time soon.
That pretty much
clinched it for me. I wasn't going to
playing poker in CA anytime soon. I was
so sick of being locked up in my house, seeing no one, doing nothing. And I
finally had something to do other than going out and picking up fast food (and,
on occasion, eating it at a table outside of the restaurant). And of
course, of course, I sure did miss playing poker. Man, did I miss it. I even missed getting felted with the dreaded pocket Kings (although I missed that more like you miss a toothache
when it finally goes away).
But now there was an
additional reason to drive out to Morongo and try to play some poker. It was to say, "F*** you, Gavin
Newsom!" The Emperor hates it when any of his subjects has a good
time, or even tries to have a good time. He hates those Indian casinos that he
has no control over being open. It really pisses him off.
If I could have some fun
and at the same time piss off Emperor Newsom, well that might just my new
definition of a perfect day. Man, I do love those Native Americans.
So it was no coincidence
that it was the very day after His Royal Highness released his new,
impossible-to-meet guidelines, that I found myself driving east to find the
Morongo casino.
I wasn't sure what the
food situation would be when I got there.
It appeared they might have had some indoor dining available (again,
totally prohibited by Emperor Newsom, but this is sovereign land) but I wasn't
sure. I thought about stopping at some
fast food place on the way, but decided I didn't want to take the time. I had a quick, early lunch at home and hit
the road so I could get there as soon as possible.
The first 2/3's of the
drive out there is identical to the one I take to get to Vegas. Thus, when I approached the I-15, which I'd
take to go to Vegas, the toughest thing to do was to drive right past it and
keep going straight. It took a lot of self-restraint not to head North on the
15, but I did it. Then I was unfamiliar
territory but Google maps did its job and eventually, after about an hour and a
half, I could see the Morongo casino from my car.
It was then that Google
maps totally failed me. You see to get
from the freeway to the casino, you have to navigate that traffic atrocity
known as the "traffic circle." Or maybe they are known as
"roundabouts" although there might be some distinction between the
two. No matter what you call them, they
are the worst invention the history of mankind. Seriously, I cannot put into
words how much I hate traffic circles.
They should be banned immediately.
Furthermore, the inventor of traffic circles should be water-boarded non-stop
for the rest of his life (I assume a man invented him, I have too much respect
for women to believe any female could be stupid enough to have come up with the
concept). If said inventor is already
dead, I have no doubt that he is currently spending all eternity in hell.
Let me put it this way:
If you told me Gavin Newsom invented traffic circles, I would believe you.
I am confident I handled
the traffic circle you come to when you exit the 10 at the Morongo as Google
instructed me, but somehow, as soon as I entered said traffic circle, I heard
the beep from Google maps telling me that it was re-routing me because I was
off the suggested route.
Did I mention there was
some road construction all around the Morongo and near the exit? Perhaps things were not as Google maps as
expected. Or perhaps what I assumed was
the entrance to the traffic circle was an entirely different road. Who the hell knows.
All I know is that
Morongo was sitting right there, directly across the freeway, I could almost
reach out and touch it. But I couldn't
get there from where I was. Nope. And Google maps was telling me to take this
dinky little two lane road, barely paved, for another mile or so. Parallel to the 10 but there was no place to
turn to get to the casino. So I started
driving away from the casino, far away.
Oddly, the map program didn't tell me to turn around. Just keep going. Farther and farther away from my destination.
Eventually I came to a
street to turn on. Well that street
actually took a left turn almost immediately after I got on it. Maps didn't warn about this, but luckily I
figured it out before taking another wrong turn (or in this case, going
straight when I should have turned left).
Now I was north of the
freeway (same side as the casino) and eventually I could see the casino
again. But then….the damn Google maps
program told me to take the second (or whatever) exit from the upcoming traffic
circle. Oh f*** me. Another damn traffic circle??? Yes.
By now I could literally walk to the casino from where I was, if only I
could have left my car in the middle of the road. Would have been a two minute walk. But no, I
had to enter the traffic circle. Which I did. Or so I thought. Nope, I missed the traffic circle. I think it was just past where I had already
turned. And where I had turned was the
entrance to the 10, going east! So, not
the way I had come from, but toward Arizona (I wasn't really that close to
Arizona). So I had to go another mile or
so out of my way before I could exit the freeway and try again to find the damn
casino.
If there was another
traffic circle waiting for me when I exited freeway, I have blotted it out of
my mind. To my surprise, I was on a
different street that paralleled the freeway, different than the one I had been
on just a minute ago only to get on the freeway going to east. And as luck
would have it, there was no damn traffic circle to navigate to enter the casino
parking lot this time. I was able to
turn right into it! Victory!
The parking lot is
poorly marked. After seeing one sign
that said self parking this way, I couldn't actually find a lot that said
self-parking. And I saw no sign
indicating there was a parking garage, so I assumed there wasn't one. But once I was inside the casino, I did see
signs directing you to the parking garage.
Wish I had known there was one and how to find it, it would have been
preferable to parking outside in the desert sun. Oh yes, this is in the desert, very similar
climate to Vegas and hotter than my neighborhood.
But I found a spot near
one of the entrances and got lucky, as it was the entrance nearest the poker
room. Of course before I got inside I
had to be screened. The temperature
check was different from others I've seen.
You had to stand about 6 feet from the screener and lower your mask
(masks were of course required). Weird.
The screener held something that looked like a small TV camera and pointed it
at me, and somehow determined it was ok for me to enter the property.
Ordinarily I would check
out the casino before heading to the poker room but I knew I'd be on the
waiting list for a good long while so I'd have time to explore once I got on
the list. Now, although there is a big
sign indicating the Poker Room is right next to the entrance I used, it turns
out that poker room is down a long, dark hallway, hidden away from the main casino
floor. It was almost like entering a
speak-easy.
What happened when I walked
down that long, dark hallway? You'll
have to come back for part 2 to find out.
But I promise, I really will report on some live poker hands. Honest!
Stay tuned. Or better yet, go to it right now, it's here.
Edited to add: My pal Norm sent along this pic with his comment (see below), and of course it is perfect. Thanks, Norm!