Tuesday Night’s Results

Well, it’s a busy week for me at work. Since I probably won’t find the time to blog the results of our Tuesday night game tomorrow, I figured I would be efficient and “pre-blog” them today:

Wow, it was another great night for me! Not so much for Davey Boy, but who could have predicted that...? Most nights he accumulates a nice stack before dutifully distributing them out to his guests (like a good host should), but last night he never seemed to get it going. Every time he re-bought it was like an old lady feeding pigeons. We’d all come and peck away at his stack until it was gone, then disappear into the night until he emerged with some more bread crumbs.

Charles was his usual self, grumbling and belly-aching about his bad luck, and the endless stream of suckouts against him by unworthy opponents who had no business calling his raises with “that crap.” He ended up making a little money, but only because of his “incredibly skillful play.”

Dean, the master of the slow roll, I believe is still at the table waiting for the right time to turn over his quads from hand #4.

“Molasses Bill” is right next to him, still looking at his hole cards from the same hand, trying to figure out what he has and whether the action is to him yet.

Mike, the crazy Chinaman, went all-in 27 times - the largest pot was $14.

Jeff re-raised a re-raiser eight times with A-7os, and twice with 3-3. He did it with an actual hand once, and it almost caused a rip in the space-time continuum.

Elvie flopped top two pair in Omaha 8, and called a $350 bet when the third spade came out on the turn.

Jim played for a while but didn’t get involved in too many pots. He did, however, take the time to educate us on the latest street slang for various parts of the female anatomy. For that we are eternally grateful.

“J-Rod-Up-The-Ass” (our intrepid dealer) was in rare form last night. Every river card either gave someone quads, or fit perfectly into their inside straight flush draw. The man has never laid a brick in his life. They didn’t kick him out of the Mason’s Union Local #71 for nothing.

A crazy night in the eyes of the casual observer, but really just a typical Tuesday. It’s like a long-running Broadway play. You can go see and enjoy it several times, but while there are subtle differences every time, you already know how it’s going to end... :-)

See ya at the tables!
Rick