Casino Windsor Trip Nov 14
So, I went to Windsor this weekend to help out with the Border City Wrestling show on Friday night (sorry Mark, I shoulda sent you a msg about it; Angle was there...). After the show I filled in my usual role of DD for the main event guys (always a blast). Saturday was spent apartment hunting (got jobbed out by 15 minutes for the perfect place; even offered current tenants who were trying to sublet $50 to tell the person who wanted it they didn't take crack addicts. guy laughed, so did his gf, but she wouldn't go for it, even when I upped it to $75).
Anyhoo, after that bad beat, I went to the good ol' Casino Windsor to hit the tables. Figured the place would be packed as there was some American Idol winner in concert. Well, Casino was packed, poker room was 3/4 full if they were lucky. Weird. I get a seat within about 10 seconds and prepare for some fun.
Fairly quiet for the first few laps, at least on my end, so I keep folding (and yes Jah, I bought in for the max $200; you're right... damnit). Standard raise during that time preflop was $15. Kept thinking I had sat at 2/5, not 1/2. Nope, it's 1/2, just a lot of big hands apparently. Two new players join the table and post, I'm SB and I get JdJs. Three others limp in, I pop it to $12 to try weed out the trash. Everyone calls except BB. Oh. Board comes 5s8d9s I bet $45, one of the new guys quickly raises it all in for $120 total. Damnit, I can't see how I'm folding this ($75 for about $200 and he had limp called). I'm thinking 1010 maybe, perhaps a set but it was such a weird quick raise all in. I call, and he flips over 8h9h. As on turn gives me a crazy amount of outs and I river the Jc for my set. Guy who lost says "I'd say nice hand but I wouldn't mean it" but in a friendly nice catch way, not a douchey prick way. End up chatting with the guy for most of the night after that.
Weird table. Everyone seemed to think top pair was the nuts, same with A high, especially AK that blanked hard. I stay patient and pick my spots. End up winning a lot of smaller sized pots ($25-$40) over the course of a few hours. Nothing really of any consequence or awesomeness in all honesty, but I feel really good about the way I played and the reads I picked up. I finished the night up $285, which paid for my car rental, gas and drinks on the trip, so yay me.
A couple of situations that were weird/frustrating that I could use some advice/response to:
- Kid to my left, who had been catching every single hand, was making some mistakes etiquette wise (raising out of turn, flipping cards over at the wrong time). Nothing huge, but enough to be kind of bothersome. I had JJ on a flop 258 rain. I had raised to $15 preflop, kid had called, same with SB. On the flop, SB bets out $25 and before I can call, kid says raise. I turn to him and politely say it's my turn, but I'm livid. I have no clue what to do at this point. I say fuck it, fold and stand up to take a walk around the room. Supervisor sees a little of what happened, walks over and asks if everything is alright. I reply "I'm not allowed to smack another player at the table am I?" Super laughs, says no and asks if he can help. I explain what happened, he said he can muck the kid's hand. I politely decline as it wasn't a big pot and he's young, it wasn't intentional, but was very appreciative of his attention to the matter. Should I have gotten the supervisor involved before I stood up or was I better off having taken the walk since it wasn't a huge ($100+) pot?
- Crazy old Greek man (not ancient, but 60-65 years) is sitting at the table two seats to my left. Everyone is having a fairly good time, just chatting about random stuff, nice and friendly like. In the process, end up having a fun discussion with the dealer about Lego (yeah, I know, random). At some point during our conversation, she forgets to do the shuffle of the deck before it goes into the auto shuffler and the Greek guy gets pissed. "That's a rule everywhere! You have to shuffle it before it goes in! Everywhere is the same!" (True? First I'd heard...) Dealer says she doesn't have to, but will do so to keep him happy (was uber polite too, I would gotten the supervisor to explain to him that being a dick to the dealer is a bad idea, but she let it go). After that dealer leaves, the first hand of the new dealer finishes and the dealer does the shuffle before putting the cards in the deck. Greek guy looks at me and says "See, that's how it has to be done. Maybe you should talk less and pay attention." This guy is starting to piss me off, so I look at him and reply "Aww, cupcake, having no social skills bothering you a bit?" He gets even more pissy (oops... naw, fuck that, I meant to piss him off) and starts yapping at me about where I get off talking to him like that blah blah blah. I wave him off and go back to cards. He makes jackass comments to a couple of people at the table, talking down to them, which I just am not a fan of. Couple of hands later, he gets someone all in on the turn and states "I've got 2nd best" and flips over Q high flush (K was on board). Kid Lucky asks what that means. I was about to explain but the Greek looks at him and starts being a douche. "What do you mean what does that mean? Do I have to explain it to you?!" Fuck this, I've had it. "Man, you are just wound too tight for living. He asked a question. If you don't want to answer, don't, but don't talk down to him like he's an idiot for asking a question." Again, he gets pissy. "Who the hell are you to talk to me? Was I talking to you? No, I was talking to this gentleman." I quickly butt in "See, that's a lot better, calling him a gentleman. Now, try and do that a little more often." He keeps yapping, so I decide to be a real dick about things. "Aww, princess, don't like it when people tell you off for being such a twit? Well, then don't be a twit. And you're right, you weren't talking to me, but you've been making your way around the table with your pithy attitude and pathetic comments, so I figured I'd just stop you before you got to me. Trust me, it's better that way." And the prick calls for mom, aka supervisor. Dealer asks if he's serious and looks at me. I say I'm done with him, so it shouldn't be a problem. Greek guy mutters a bunch under his breath about me but we move on with play. Should I have just stayed out of it? I'm thinking the answer is yes, but I probably would have went off had he said something stupid to me so I feel better having dealt with it then instead of later.
I ended up leaving about 10 minutes later. While there were three big fish at the table (Lucky Kid, Greek and Old Man Who Bets $50 Every Flop With Overpair), it had been about 5 hours, I was up $285 in profit (two stupid rivers less and it woulda been $500+ again, but I digress... lucky fuckers) and while the opportunity was there to win a ton, that profit was more than enough to cover the car rental and gas for the trip as well as several rounds at the bar that night. Should I have stayed?
All in all, pretty good night. The babysitting of the wrestlers... that's another fun but tiring story.
Anyhoo, after that bad beat, I went to the good ol' Casino Windsor to hit the tables. Figured the place would be packed as there was some American Idol winner in concert. Well, Casino was packed, poker room was 3/4 full if they were lucky. Weird. I get a seat within about 10 seconds and prepare for some fun.
Fairly quiet for the first few laps, at least on my end, so I keep folding (and yes Jah, I bought in for the max $200; you're right... damnit). Standard raise during that time preflop was $15. Kept thinking I had sat at 2/5, not 1/2. Nope, it's 1/2, just a lot of big hands apparently. Two new players join the table and post, I'm SB and I get JdJs. Three others limp in, I pop it to $12 to try weed out the trash. Everyone calls except BB. Oh. Board comes 5s8d9s I bet $45, one of the new guys quickly raises it all in for $120 total. Damnit, I can't see how I'm folding this ($75 for about $200 and he had limp called). I'm thinking 1010 maybe, perhaps a set but it was such a weird quick raise all in. I call, and he flips over 8h9h. As on turn gives me a crazy amount of outs and I river the Jc for my set. Guy who lost says "I'd say nice hand but I wouldn't mean it" but in a friendly nice catch way, not a douchey prick way. End up chatting with the guy for most of the night after that.
Weird table. Everyone seemed to think top pair was the nuts, same with A high, especially AK that blanked hard. I stay patient and pick my spots. End up winning a lot of smaller sized pots ($25-$40) over the course of a few hours. Nothing really of any consequence or awesomeness in all honesty, but I feel really good about the way I played and the reads I picked up. I finished the night up $285, which paid for my car rental, gas and drinks on the trip, so yay me.
A couple of situations that were weird/frustrating that I could use some advice/response to:
- Kid to my left, who had been catching every single hand, was making some mistakes etiquette wise (raising out of turn, flipping cards over at the wrong time). Nothing huge, but enough to be kind of bothersome. I had JJ on a flop 258 rain. I had raised to $15 preflop, kid had called, same with SB. On the flop, SB bets out $25 and before I can call, kid says raise. I turn to him and politely say it's my turn, but I'm livid. I have no clue what to do at this point. I say fuck it, fold and stand up to take a walk around the room. Supervisor sees a little of what happened, walks over and asks if everything is alright. I reply "I'm not allowed to smack another player at the table am I?" Super laughs, says no and asks if he can help. I explain what happened, he said he can muck the kid's hand. I politely decline as it wasn't a big pot and he's young, it wasn't intentional, but was very appreciative of his attention to the matter. Should I have gotten the supervisor involved before I stood up or was I better off having taken the walk since it wasn't a huge ($100+) pot?
- Crazy old Greek man (not ancient, but 60-65 years) is sitting at the table two seats to my left. Everyone is having a fairly good time, just chatting about random stuff, nice and friendly like. In the process, end up having a fun discussion with the dealer about Lego (yeah, I know, random). At some point during our conversation, she forgets to do the shuffle of the deck before it goes into the auto shuffler and the Greek guy gets pissed. "That's a rule everywhere! You have to shuffle it before it goes in! Everywhere is the same!" (True? First I'd heard...) Dealer says she doesn't have to, but will do so to keep him happy (was uber polite too, I would gotten the supervisor to explain to him that being a dick to the dealer is a bad idea, but she let it go). After that dealer leaves, the first hand of the new dealer finishes and the dealer does the shuffle before putting the cards in the deck. Greek guy looks at me and says "See, that's how it has to be done. Maybe you should talk less and pay attention." This guy is starting to piss me off, so I look at him and reply "Aww, cupcake, having no social skills bothering you a bit?" He gets even more pissy (oops... naw, fuck that, I meant to piss him off) and starts yapping at me about where I get off talking to him like that blah blah blah. I wave him off and go back to cards. He makes jackass comments to a couple of people at the table, talking down to them, which I just am not a fan of. Couple of hands later, he gets someone all in on the turn and states "I've got 2nd best" and flips over Q high flush (K was on board). Kid Lucky asks what that means. I was about to explain but the Greek looks at him and starts being a douche. "What do you mean what does that mean? Do I have to explain it to you?!" Fuck this, I've had it. "Man, you are just wound too tight for living. He asked a question. If you don't want to answer, don't, but don't talk down to him like he's an idiot for asking a question." Again, he gets pissy. "Who the hell are you to talk to me? Was I talking to you? No, I was talking to this gentleman." I quickly butt in "See, that's a lot better, calling him a gentleman. Now, try and do that a little more often." He keeps yapping, so I decide to be a real dick about things. "Aww, princess, don't like it when people tell you off for being such a twit? Well, then don't be a twit. And you're right, you weren't talking to me, but you've been making your way around the table with your pithy attitude and pathetic comments, so I figured I'd just stop you before you got to me. Trust me, it's better that way." And the prick calls for mom, aka supervisor. Dealer asks if he's serious and looks at me. I say I'm done with him, so it shouldn't be a problem. Greek guy mutters a bunch under his breath about me but we move on with play. Should I have just stayed out of it? I'm thinking the answer is yes, but I probably would have went off had he said something stupid to me so I feel better having dealt with it then instead of later.
I ended up leaving about 10 minutes later. While there were three big fish at the table (Lucky Kid, Greek and Old Man Who Bets $50 Every Flop With Overpair), it had been about 5 hours, I was up $285 in profit (two stupid rivers less and it woulda been $500+ again, but I digress... lucky fuckers) and while the opportunity was there to win a ton, that profit was more than enough to cover the car rental and gas for the trip as well as several rounds at the bar that night. Should I have stayed?
All in all, pretty good night. The babysitting of the wrestlers... that's another fun but tiring story.