Wednesday, May 19, 2010

As They Say in Tennessee

--When it rains, it pours!

Yep, not two hours after I got home from my one-hand 'audition' and job offer, I was sitting here at my desk treating myself to $40 worth of paperback books courtesy of Amazon, and the phone rang. It was an unknown 702 number, so I answered it, thinking it was the casino. Well, it was 'a' casino, but not 'the' casino.

As it turns out, I have to head back down to the Strip again on Thursday and do another audition. It's another one of those temporary-maybe-eventually-permanent positions that the casinos are doing now because they're so afraid to hire anybody in this morbid economy. Anyhow, it's a nice room, and I've got a couple of friends who work there, but they didn't know I'd applied, so this one is all on my own.

I'm hoping that I'll be able to swing another offer and suddenly go from being completely menace-to-society unemployed to having two jobs to go to every week. That would be a great problem to have. We'll see how it goes, and of course, I'll keep y'all updated.

As far as life on the other side of the poker table goes, I'm doing ok. I was gonna take the night off and chill out in front of the TV and clear out my DVR. Well, that lasted until around 11:00 o'clock. I went to bed, but couldn't sleep. So I put on a clean shirt and some sandals and headed for the casino.

There was a very juicy eight-handed 4-8 game going when I got there, and my gal Pat was already there, too. It was a great game because there was one other 'good' player, one guy who thinks he's a good player, but really sucks, a few average players, and two complete fish. That's the ideal combination. I've learned that the best games have just two suckers in them. Any more than that and they'll unconsciously gang up on you without knowing it and one of them will outdraw you every time. You can beat two bad players, and maybe three if you're getting the cards, but there ain't no way on god's green earth that you can outplay four complete morons in a limit game... Never in a million years--the game might look good, but like Admiral Akbar so famously said, It's a trap!

So this was an ideal situation. Making it even better was one guy was in the game who I just love love love to beat like a drum. I've mentioned him before--the foul-smelling Edgar Winter lookalike. He loves to raise with complete junk all the time, and he's such a bad player that he gets paid off when he finally hits a hand. Unfortunately for him, I popped him like four times in a row and broke him twice, eventually coloring up for a $200+ profit. Not bad at a 4-8 game. I would've liked to stay longer, but I wasn't going to tempt fate and give any of it back, so I cashed out after just two hours.

Since Pat was there, I stuck around to sweat her cards and watch her win a few big pots off of him, too. Eventually, I grew tired of that and just came on back here to the house.

Being that it's Wednesday, I may go back over to GVR and play in their 10:00 am tournament again, depending on how much sleep I get. Also, we're talking about playing Chinese poker again this evening, but we'll see how that goes. If not, I may make my way down to the Strip in search of a juicy 1-2 no-limit game, instead.

Otherwise, it's time to do some housecleaning--I might be having company tonight.


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