Seneca Trip Report (Part One - Minimal Poker)
Checked the board Saturday and Shopsy was looking for a road mate.
Gave him a call and we were on the road by 4pm, heading for the dreams of Vegas of the North.
Shopsy called into the poker room from Hamilton and got us put on the list. The monkey on my back was growing.... gamble gamble gamble..ooo ooo oo...give me a banana!
Made it to Casino Niagara in 1hr 15 minutes and headed right into the PR after dropping the car of at Valet. For 5 bucks valet is +EV but it would be better if they actually could train monkeys to park the cars. If they could stop them from shitting on the seats I would pay 10.
The room was packed and we had an hour wait, so after little debate we made the walk to Seneca over the rainbow bridge. 15 minutes later we are in the lobby of the Seneca. The walk is brisk and shakes the webs from me after the drive.
The casino entrance reminds me of a Bus terminal. A Grand hallway with standard issue municipal grade granite walls and bench seats lined with disheartened people. Eyes red and droopy after long sessions at the nickel slots. Hopes and dreams of the big score faded long ago, drowned by cheap well liquor and stale cigarette smoke.
I see money being pulled from an envelope, which reads in large letters;
NYS DISABILITY - 11/4/07.
Most of the people sitting are black, judging by clothes they are poor. Some are adorned with garb from various casinos; a polyester mesh hat from the sands, a black (but faded) mock turtle neck from foxwoods and cheap nylon bags from various second rate casinos across the states. I imagine them holding home made spam and wonderbread sandwiches, wrapped in the wonderbreads discarded bag. Maybe an RC cola to wash it down. The bus ride to home is probably a long one.
These are not the smiling well dressed players on the advertisements. But these are the lifeblood of these second rate casinos. I wonder if they ever get comped anything, or a comps just for rich white guys.
The monkey on my shoulder is a little bit sick.
I tell myself that when they lose their money to me, at least I can give them the entertainment. I am not a thief, I am a player. The casino brought them here, not me. I might as well make their game fun.
The monkey hides his eyes.
The problem with Seneca is I can’t bring my bong... My and the monkey need to see things from a different perspective.
Part two the poker room...
Gave him a call and we were on the road by 4pm, heading for the dreams of Vegas of the North.
Shopsy called into the poker room from Hamilton and got us put on the list. The monkey on my back was growing.... gamble gamble gamble..ooo ooo oo...give me a banana!
Made it to Casino Niagara in 1hr 15 minutes and headed right into the PR after dropping the car of at Valet. For 5 bucks valet is +EV but it would be better if they actually could train monkeys to park the cars. If they could stop them from shitting on the seats I would pay 10.
The room was packed and we had an hour wait, so after little debate we made the walk to Seneca over the rainbow bridge. 15 minutes later we are in the lobby of the Seneca. The walk is brisk and shakes the webs from me after the drive.
The casino entrance reminds me of a Bus terminal. A Grand hallway with standard issue municipal grade granite walls and bench seats lined with disheartened people. Eyes red and droopy after long sessions at the nickel slots. Hopes and dreams of the big score faded long ago, drowned by cheap well liquor and stale cigarette smoke.
I see money being pulled from an envelope, which reads in large letters;
NYS DISABILITY - 11/4/07.
Most of the people sitting are black, judging by clothes they are poor. Some are adorned with garb from various casinos; a polyester mesh hat from the sands, a black (but faded) mock turtle neck from foxwoods and cheap nylon bags from various second rate casinos across the states. I imagine them holding home made spam and wonderbread sandwiches, wrapped in the wonderbreads discarded bag. Maybe an RC cola to wash it down. The bus ride to home is probably a long one.
These are not the smiling well dressed players on the advertisements. But these are the lifeblood of these second rate casinos. I wonder if they ever get comped anything, or a comps just for rich white guys.
The monkey on my shoulder is a little bit sick.
I tell myself that when they lose their money to me, at least I can give them the entertainment. I am not a thief, I am a player. The casino brought them here, not me. I might as well make their game fun.
The monkey hides his eyes.
The problem with Seneca is I can’t bring my bong... My and the monkey need to see things from a different perspective.
Part two the poker room...
Comments
Is this a poker forum or an anti-poker forum? If they can't afford to lose money at the poker table, that's not your problem.
Sorry, took some dramatic liscense to give the feel of the place.
Did it affect me, yes. Would I soft play, not on your life. If it was going to affect my game I wouldnt sit.
But I hope you get the contrast between this casino and fallsview.
Oh oh.... I thought she had it "taken care of"
I will never drink Tequila at club 54 again.
If you wake up with only a rash, consider yourself lucky.