Tales From Mgm Detroit Poker Room 3...
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Tales From Mgm Detroit Poker Room 3...
That god damn stool.
Every time I walk in my Grandmother's house and see it I just know that
wretched piece of metal or one of her table chairs is going to be the
end of me. I have an unusually high threshold for pain. But, nothing
would be like bearing the burden of guilt knowing you weren't there to
help an elderly parent or grandparent climb somewhere in their house and
then they fall down, break their hip, and become immobile.
So, today I had to have the talk with my Grandmother. No more climbing
on stools, chairs, couches, etc for anything. If something needs put
away, moved, or cleaned around the house that requires climbing she's to
call me or have my cousin Christopher who lives with her do the work.
Rather than tell her that I feel she's getting old and I fear for he
well being. I decided to sound selfish and tell her that I fear if she
ever fell and hurt herself that the family would blame me for it and
that I'd never hear the end of it. Therefore, it might lead me to wallow
in a dark depression and I could possibly wind up shooting heroin just
to dull the pain.
This is how you convince a person that thrives on having their
independence to listen to you and assure that they will ask for your
help. After you convince them that's it's ok and that they should ask
for you help, the next step is making sure to be there as much as you
can.
Since I've been a kid I've been there as much as I could for all my Grandparents.
Through no fault of my own I never forged as tight as bond with my
Mother or Father and since my Grandma and Papa are gone, my Grandmother
and my Sister is really all I have left as far as family goes. Although I
have thought about reaching out to my Father and Mother more recently,
it's more me caring to do it for their happiness and not my own.
In poker, there is this thing they call "balance."
"Balance" is what you need to avoid becoming completely consumed by the
poker/casino lifestyle. A poker player with no "balance" can often
become 100% addicted to all sorts of gambling, drugs that keep him up so
he can gamble more, strip clubs/escorts because it's easier to just pay
the $200 to get your nut off instead of have any real relationship with
a woman, etc, etc, etc....
Without "balance"..in life, what's the point?
At times out on the road I reminded myself of an old boss who proudly
told me, "I work 70 hours a week. I show up here 2 hours before
everybody else does at 6am and leave 1 hour after everybody else does.
So, no one should be complaining about having to work on Saturdays twice
a month."
That man didn't impress me. He saddened me. I wondered where his wife
was hiding the purple dildo, how many men she had cheated on him with,
and the last time he ever even ate her pussy. I remember never wanting
to end up like him. I made sure to get fired as quick as I could shortly
after so that I could get my unemployment benefits, take some time off,
and regroup.
So, if any ladies are reading this and do have a husband or boyfriend
that's working 50-55 hour weeks. Remember, a lot of your men are working
for soul sucking bosses like that. They are the true heroes in the
scheme of things. So, give them some anal, deepthroating, rough sex, or
let him watch NFL all Sunday and scratch his nuts without having to hear
you complain about wanting to go to the Apple Orchard.
Your relationship will be better for it, I promise.
Anyway, so back to being out on the road.....back to needing "balance"...
I can honestly say that after a while living in and out of hotel rooms
gets old. Especially when you're forced to eat **** food, don't have a
local gym you can workout in, and have no friends, family, or loved ones
around to visit. After a while it leaves you feeling worn and tattered.
I swear to God I was about one minute away from creating a Plenty Of
Fish profile to scout towns I'd be visiting for women. But, I figured
the amount of back and forth omgs, lols, orlys, lmfaos needed to get a
date would be too time consuming and I went back to watching poker
training videos on Tournament Poker Edge.
That's around the time I decided to ground myself in Michigan for a few
months in search of better health, balance, and a permanent move to
$2/$5 No Limit Hold Em. Without traveling expenses every dollar I earn
can go right back into my bankroll and hopefully by sometime in 2014 I
can make the move up to $5/$10 NLHE.
So, today I headed to the casino with a new purpose and met my friend
Rex at MGM Tap for dinner. When I walked in I sat at the bar and Rex
quickly proposed a bet.
"You see that kid over there man? The kid with the hipster glasses that
he probably doesn't even need and all those tattoos on his arms." He
said.
"Yeah, I do. The one with the girl and the earplugs." I replied.
"Guarantee the girl pays for the meal," Rex said. "How much you want to bet?"
"No way man. Not taking that bet bro. You know the chick is paying." I replied.
"I'll give you 10-1 man. You put up $10, I pay you $100 if that guy pays." He said.
"The chick is eating a steak. The guy is eating macaroni sticks. No way.
If that guy was buying she'd be eating a salad. No action bro, no bet, I
fold."
"I raise, 20-1 man, common bet $5 to win $100 man. What the ****? A guy
with tattoos and hipster glasses can't have a job. Dude, there's a 20-1
chance a guy like that pays the bill. What do you say?" It's obvious
that Rex is thirsty for some action.
So, I reply, "New bet. Right here. Right now. And it's an even better
one. Plus, I'm going to do you a favor and you only have to offer me 2-1
odds."
"Ok, what is it?" Said Rex.
"You and I both know the guy isn't paying the bill. But, I'll bet he
pulls out a few singles to contribute towards the tip. I'll bet you
$10.00." I replied.
"Ok. Bet." Rex replies.
So, we get onto ordering our food and we are staring at this couple so
much that the hipster looking dude is noticing. Rex and I don't care,
though. If we can't feel comfortable in the casino, where else can we.
Eventually, we get some dialogue going about how funny it would be if
this pipsqueak confronted us and we told him that he had a hot prop bet
on whether or not he was going to pay the tab. Finally, the bartender
notices laughing and she asks, "What you all laughing about over here?
What's so funny?"
"We're basically terrible people." I reply.
She smiles and asks, "Why's that?"
"You see the guy and the girl over there? We agree 100% that the guy
isn't going to pay the tab. But, the bet is will the guy even contribute
towards your tip." I reply.
"Oh, I can settle that bet for you both right now if ya'll wanna know what's going to happen." She says.
"Sure," Rex replies. "This guy owes me $20.00 if that guy doesn't contribute anything."
"You are the one that ordered the Salmon right?" She asks Rex.
"Yup." He replies.
"Well. Consider your dinner for free because that guy, he ain't paying.
The girl work at Rup Pub downtown. The man in a band or something. They
come in here all the time and I don't think I ever seen him pay."
"Not even a few bucks on a fukking tip? Are you serious? Common?" I ask.
"Nope. Nothing. I see it all the time. Lotta scrubs now days." She replies.
Rex and I share a good laugh then I end up paying for his meal because
the bartender even shows us proof that the bill was paid by the girls
debit card. No cash left at all. So, I start my day at the casino down
$20.00 USD. As Rex and I head towards the poker room we see a man in
American flag pants, an eagle shirt, and a hat that says "Back To Back
World War Champions" with an American flag on it.
"What a loser," Rex said. "Where in the hell do these people come from?
I'd like to bet that guy can't even afford to play a penny slot."
"Yeah, looks like one of those poor Tea Party people that support
policies that are dumb enough to support policies that help keep them
poor. Guarantee he's one of those idiots." I reply.
"He's probably walking around here looking to play casino war for a $1.00." Said Rex.
"That or he got lost and thinks this is the Gibraltar Trade Center." I reply.
As Rex and I head into the elevator the white trash looking man is
walking off into the distance of the casino and by now I bet the dude is
high on meth, begging someone for a loan, or maybe wasting away in
front of his home computer typing some sort of worthless blog for people
to read.
Who knows where all these casino characters go?
Anyway, I get to playing some poker and today is a day where nothing
works out for me. Every time I raise with pocket 10's to Q's an Ace or a
King is coming out on the board. Every time I raise with Ak or Aq an
Ace, King, or Queen is never coming out on the board. When you run bad
like this it's ok to give up continuation betting boards in 3 way or
more pots because it just turns to spew after a while when you don't
have a winning image.
When I am running bad I tighten my hand playing range to only pocket
pairs and premium hands. Today is one of those days and I am waiting
patiently to flop a set and double through a bad player that will call
off $300+ with just top pair against me. I am also waiting for my raised
hands to present good chances for me to make money. But, it just isn't
happening today.
The saving grace to the table is a black man by the name of "Q" has sat
down. Q looks to be in his late 20's, is dressed like a G, and some
would say he looks like a drug dealer or a street hustler. Whatever Q
does for his money is fine with me and today he has decided to throw it
around with a myriad of raises, 3-bets, and a couple ill timed bluffs.
A player like Q thrives on "scared money."
It's well known that, "scared money doesn't make no money" and Q isn't afraid to put people to the test.
What I like about Q is that when someone calls him and he's caught
bluffing, Q says, "Bless you" as his opponent is scooping in the pot.
It seems Q does not care at all about the money he loses.
Finally, after losing his third $300 buy in, another black man says, "Are you coming back for more?"
A look of disgust breaks out upon Q's face and he says, "More? You just
ask me if I'm coming back for more? **** *****, this is little kid
money. You think I'm one of those people who come in and lose some kid
money, then just leave. *****, you crazy. Please. You already got lucky
once when I blessed you earlier with $300. You should be all thankful
and be counting your blessings. Not asking me about no kid money and if
I'm coming back for more. ****. Dealer. Deal me in."
Over the next hour Q tightens up his game and works his stack to above
$600. The highlight hand of the night occurs when Q goes up against the
man who asked if "he was coming back for more."
Q's stack was just over $600. The other black man's stack was around
$550. Q was one of the first to act and bet his usual $10.00. When it
folded around to the other black man, that main raised it to $40.00.
This was the first time this guy had 3-bet all night. Q might not being
the smartest man in the room, but he's smart enough to know that when a
man makes his first 3-bet of the night...that man has AA or KK.
So, when Q called the mans $40. I was quite sure Q had a pocket pair and
was going to try to spike a set because often times people can not fold
AA or KK ever as long as their pair is an over-pair to the board.
The flop came down 2 5 6 rainbow.
Q checked and the man bet $75.
Q then announced "all in."
The man called quickly then Q announced "Your aces are no good."
Q took his $550 with a set of 2's.
As the man was berating Q for calling his $40 3-bet when Q only had $10
invested in the pot Q said, "You wanted me to stay didn't you? I told
you that you should have been counting your blessings. When you raised
to $40, I know you have pocket aces or kinds and I just had to see if I
could get a set of 2's so you could bless me. Somebody, gotta do it. Now
shut up, get on, and let me count my blessings."
Q would later go on to leave with around 1.5k, so he was up $300 for the day.
I went on to leave $300 down.
No "blessings" for me.
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