by TightWad » Sun Feb 27, 2005 2:16 am
Just got back from Atlantic City, and yeah, it kinda sucked, only because the damned bus trip only gave me about 6 hours to actually spend there, which, in my humble, unqualified opinion, is not enough to really have a grand old time, especially if it's your first time there, which in my case, it was. I believe I just broke the record for most commas in a sentence; that record was previously held by a well-regarded poker analyst by the name of "Adam the Expert." If you don't know who he is, then you don't get it.
Anyway, the bus dropped us off at Resorts, which is right next to the Taj. I say to my loyal comrades, "Hey, let's play at the Taj, I hear they have a super-big poker room!" My friend says to me, "Hey, didn't they film part of Rounders in the Taj?" to which I reply, "Fuck you." I can be a very abrasive guy when I put my mind to it.
So, we head into the Taj, and quickly discover that about 50,000 other people have also heard that they have a super-big poker room. And about 49,860 of them were wearing visors/sunglasses. The remainder were old guys who were laughing at the young guys with visors and sunglasses. I don't know about you, but I'm with the old guys.
So, after a ten minute wait, we manage to get on the waiting list. About 15 minutes later, the hyperactive lady who was having way too much fun with her microphone rattles off our names; about god-damned time! We sidle over to a short, belligerant-looking lady who's franticly waving to us with a clipboard, and find out that "whoops!" they don't actually have a seat for me. So, I walk back up to the desk, where Ms. Hyperactive-Blond-Lady-Put-Me-On-A-Microphone-And-It-Goes-Straight-To-My-Head rattles off another list of players for 2-4, none of whom happen to be me.
I walk up to the desk to explain what happened, and spoke to a different lady who was taking names for the list. This one wasn't hyperactive, but she was hyperventilating and possibly on the verge of tears. She had that look in her eyes that said, "Please, take me away from this god-awful place, even if it means leaving me in a ditch 200 dollars lighter!" I calmly explained that my name had been skipped due to a mix-up on their end, and she promptly scribbled my name back on the bottom of the list. I then tried to explain that no, I was not asking to be put on the list, I was asking to be RE-put on the list, back at my cushy top-spot that had taken 15 minutes and 23 cigarettes to obtain. She said it was "policy", and that all she could do was put me back on the bottom. I was about to protest, but then realized that this woman was on the verge of complete nerve collapse and I didn't want no damned suicide on my hands.
Anyway, half an hour later, I finally get a seat. Lotsa fun characters at my table, extremely soft and pretty passive, but I couldn't find a frickin hand to play. So I folded...and folded...and folded, and folded, and folded...
Then an interesting hand came up that I'd like to share. The first three players limped in, followed by a raise by the woman to my immediate right. I looked down at 9-3 offsuit...and folded.
Anyway, I folded some more, then I flopped trip queens and rivered quads in a nice big pot, then I folded some more. Played a couple hands along the lines of AKs and ATs, flopped a draw with both, missed, and folded. Saw a couple super-multiway flops with 33 and 55. Missed and folded.
Two hours later, 30 bucks lighter, it's dinner time. We head over to the Irish Pub, which is a very nice place to eat for those not looking to spend a lot. Simple, but good. Downed a couple Guinnesses and a Corned Beef on Rye, and now it's 8 o'frickin'clock and we only got two hours left. Head over to Resorts, which has 3 Hold 'em tables shoved in with the rest of their table games. By the time we found it and got done waiting, I only managed to book another hour and a half at a 3-6 game, where I came out a whopping 12 bucks up! Also met the biggest asshole I've ever seen, but never got into a pot with him. I would've loved to, would've felt great to beat him for a nice, fat mountain of chips...but then again, everytime I meet these assholes I manage to lose a massive pot with a fabulous second-best hand against them, which gets me even more pissed, so I'm kinda glad I didn't get into it with him.
I'll tell ya what I'm kinda sick of hearing: the old "don't tap on the aquarium" line. Concept being that you shouldn't berate or belittle bad players because you don't want them to leave. Okay, yeah, makes sense. What I don't hear enough is the old "don't be a fucking asshole" line. Concept being that you shouldn't berate or belittle bad players because it's just plain rude and obnoxious. I'm a little worried that some "pros" get a little too drawn into the cutthroat aspect of poker, which doesn't need to be there. You don't need to call a guy a fish, or an idiot, or a moron to win money off of him. I saw this dorky little sunglasses-wearing dude leaving the Taj's poker room today while confiding in his friend, "Man, my table was FULL of fish! None of 'em had a CLUE!" What I heard was "Man, my table was full of highly succesful people who make more money than I ever will, are happier than I'll ever be...but they didn't read Sklansky so I'm frickin BETTER!"
Okay...kinda went on a rant there...better quit before I fall any farther behind.
-TW