March 18, 2005

  • Last Sunday I gambled money…

    Rushing back from philly, I made it just in time for some hot poker action.

    Notice how I somehow managed to totally cover up Emily, even though that was exactly the opposite thing I wanted to do.

    In the end, these people cashed out with chips, and macho power (rutkoff and Emily unpictured because of early departure).

    What a night. I started out on the rollercoaster, losing, tripling up, gaining a nice lead, losing it. Bought back in for like sixty, and finally buckled down to do it right. But few cards came, so I had to grind that sucker. On the very last hand my meager jack six hits middle pair. People bet it harder than I did, but I stuck through and just barely made my 58 dolllars to come out about even.

    Orson. By god, orson. Tighty mactighterton. Tighty fucking whitey. He’s just the tightest I have ever seen. Who knows, maybe he bluffed a whole lot and has me right where he wants me. But shit, that guy has the patience of a fucking Tibetan llama.

    Emily played her naïve newby shtick to perfection, catching good cards and just calling to bluffing aggressors that could never see the aces that blindsided them. She also left early, cashing out 40 before I could take it from her.

    Samuelevitz also uses the im not sure what Im doing technique to bring in the cash. A couple times he actually didn’t know, but got lucky. Anyway, hes a much more dangerous player than what his nice nervous guy exterior betrays. Beware.

    Thayer plays a quiet game, which makes him very hard to pin down. I have almost no recollection of anything he did, except he went out in the black so he had to win some. He’s tight, I guess, just no orson.

    Derek is probably the slyest of all of us. Very under the radar, he always seems confident, and he’s incredibly hard to read, but he definitely fucks around with the bluff once in a while. He claims he is the best player in the world when he gets good cards.

    Liz once again just dwindled away. She called too much, or got fucked by slightly good hands that never paid off. Who knows?

    Rutkoff played that exasperated loser, bitchy winner role that he loves. A bluffer that sometimes gets his fingers caught in the cookie jar, his aggressive play makes him yoyo from despair to elation in a six hour human drama that entertains immensely.

    And finally, we get to john. Remember a few posts ago when he was just catching like a mother fucker. Well, it happened again. He caught ace queen three times, except this time they never hit. He got fucked by the river another three times. He tilted like a fucking italic I, and lost about 140, poor bugger.

    Im gonna say i remain at 115 instead of the truthful 113.