Dinner and A Show

The other day my friend Vince and I went to play poker at Chukchansi Gold Casino in Coarsegold and I had a really good time playing poker at a very low limit. I was forced to play $2-4 limit hold’em and really could not get out of the game and get into another game. Management was very hard nosed and overbearing. I was afoul of the rules from the moment I walked into the room right up until I left and I probably need to break a few more rules just for my own sanity and a little revenge.

I sat down in the game only to find out that it is customary in that poker room for the players to go to the cage and get their own chips. While this is the case in a few places it is by far not the norm these days. I made a few smart ass comments and generally grumbled under my breath just loud enough for everyone to know I was unhappy. I had been looking at a poker rag before I got into the game and I opened it and glanced at it after I folded my hand to find out that reading was not allowed at the table. The dealer pointed to a board on the wall across the room with the rules. I was tempted but the board was far too busy and the font far too small for me to even entertain the idea of reading up on the rules. So I just made my mind up that I would fly into the face of adversity virtually unarmed and be subjected to the whims of management. Then again the bottom rule always says the decision of the floor man is final. That basically means tough luck if he screws up and does not follow the published rules.

I decided to have fun and just generally be obnoxious and disruptive. My primary goal was to slow the game down and cut into the income of both the dealers and the poker room. Yes, I am willing to let you screw with me unnecessarily but I can get my pound of flesh even if you think all the rules belong to your team. So when I finally won a pot I asked the dealer if there was a written rule that said I have to tip. He told me there was not and I said, “good because I am not going to”. I made sure to let each subsequent dealer know that there was a rule against reading at the table even if I had folded my hand. I also pointed out that the dealer put the rule to me on my very first hand after I had thrown away. I mentioned that I only tip if I feel I am getting good service and the whole running for my own chips and the no reading thing pretty much decided the issue for this trip. I also mentioned the reason I was talking about it was to let other players know that it is fine to forego tipping when the employees are rude and providing poor service. Tips must be earned and they are not an entitlement.

I fell into one of my bad habits and started playing a number of hands without looking at my cards. One player in particular was a very loose action player and I was giving him action. I was mostly stirring up the pot and trying to loosen the game up. The game was a kill game and any player winning two pots in a row was forced to post a four dollar blind (Kill). The action player seemed to have to kill it quite a bit and I was four seats behind him and I raised the kill to eight dollars every single time he killed it and I never looked at my cards. The fact that I did not look usually enticed the action player to re-raise and I would accommodate his need for action by capping it. We ended up heads up most of the time as the rest of the table quickly caught on to the fact that it would be $16 just to see the flop and the two of us were going to apply pressure throughout the hand. I had told everyone in my own annoying badgering way that I was playing in the dark and building big pots. They did not believe me but soon a few observant players were watching closely and confirmed that I had not looked.

I ran very well all day long and my poor opponent ran really dry in the kill pots. He won plenty of pots and had to kill it at least 15 times that evening and I never had to kill it a single time. He managed to lose about $600 while winning more pots than anyone else. I won almost every kill pot and they were big pots. I won a little over $275 for the day and better than winning money I had a great time. The player right next to me was whispering to me and he could not believe how many pots I won without having to show the hand and I never looked at my cards and had no idea what I had. He said, “I have to admit is a little nauseating to watch you take these peoples money”.

One hand in particular stood out it was a hand where I was called and had to show over on the river. The board ended up being A 3 J 9 8. This hand was exceptional in that it was a capped pot in a kill pot against the lively player. The betting on the flop was a check raise four bet from my opponent forcing me into a caller. The turn card had him check again and I went into theatrics and said, “You can’t slow down now”. I made a bet and he only called. I noticed him leaning forward and almost rooting for a card on the river and as he stared so hard to see the card hit the board I also saw his bitter disappointment at the arrival of the eight. I went ahead and bet even before he had a chance to check. He put eight dollars out and I thought he called. I would find out that he never even noticed that I had bet out of turn and thought that he had bet. I flipped my two cards face up and was impressed to see a pocket pair of sevens. He flipped his hand up and said, “Nice hand”. He showed 42 for the worst possible hand. I said, “You did not have to show your hand”. He said, “I bet and you called so I show first”. I just said, “You are right”. The dealer went on to try to convince him that he had not bet but had only called and the player insisted he had not acted and did not check, but in fact bet the river. The dealer then mentioned that once I showed my hand and he could see he was beat there was no need to show his bluff. I could not take it and finally asked if there was a rule about one player to a hand. Of course they had that rule and I asked if it could please be applied at our table. Any chance of the dealers getting off tip restriction was certainly long gone at this point.

I had a good time and enjoyed myself in site of the horrible conditions I was left to languish in all night. I will not be back anytime soon. I am sure the employees of the poker room are happy to hear that. I did enjoy my dinner and I will probably be back to eat in a couple weeks and if the same live player is there I will undoubtedly jump right back into that same cesspool.

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One Response to “Dinner and A Show”

  1. Betty Harris Says:

    Mr. 2-4 player, why would you not tip your dealer? They dont get a cut of the drop, nor do they make the rules of the casino. They get paid minimum wage to enforce those rules and put up with douchebags like you. If your dealer was rude to you, its probably because they could sense that you were going to waste their time being a cheap jerk-off, and they refused to entertain you after that. Thats someones livelihood that youre so pridefully toying with there. For someone who claims to know so much about this industry, you sure are a dumbass. I hope your karma is a brutal one, asshole!

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