5.30.2009

AJo

So, I played at one of the local cardrooms for the first time in months today. Just a little 3/6 while watching baseball.

Anyway, at one point early on, this retard in a leather baseball cap sits down 4 seats to my right. His 2nd hand at the table, he limps UTG. There's another limper to me and I pop it with AdJs. Get some cold-calls, which I expected; the button, both blinds, as well as the retard and the limper between. All together, 6 of us see the flop for 2 bets, which is QT9, with 2 diamonds. It's checked to me, and I bet to thin the field a little, which works, and also to ferret out draws and maybe get a raise out of someone who flopped a monster. Only the button (a little old chinese lady who could have anything, including 22 in the hole, and would call down) and the retard call. The turn is Jh, so now I have a pair and a draw. He checks, I bet, both call. The river is Jd, which now I hate because one of them could be playing diamonds, but I gotta call if there's a bet because I have 3 jacks, and the fact that I have the ace of diamonds makes it less likely that one of them is drawing diamonds... and the pot's pretty big. Retard leads out, hesitantly. I call, and the button calls. Retard doesn't want to show his hand first, but the dealer makes him because he led out. He has AJo. I roll my hand and the button mucks, and retard and I chop the pot.

As the dealer is chopping the pot, and prepping for the next hand, retard is staring me down. Then says, "That was a pretty gutsy raise, there." I say, "What raise? You bet, I just called," thinking he was talking about the river action because the diamonds came. He says, "Before the flop. You raised AJ before the flop." I say, "Yeah, I did. You got a problem with that?" He says, "Yeah, I got a problem with that. It's stupid. You're an idiot," and starts racking up his chips. Chinese lady pipes in with, "You leaving already?" and he retorts with, "Yeah, I'm taking all your money and going home. You don't know how to play anyway." So I tell him to go fuck himself, which prompts no response at all.

For the next five hours, every time I raise, the entire table starts yelling, "You have ace-jack, idiot? What's wrong with you! You don't know how to play!"

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5.04.2009

The Plagiarist's Corner, vol. 23: Hymn 43

Hymn 43
by Jethro Tull

Oh Father high in Heaven
Smile down upon your son
Who's busy with his money games,
His women, and his gun

Oh, Jesus save me!

And the unsung western hero
He killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free

Oh, Jesus save me!

If Jesus saves
Well, he'd better save himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use his name in death

Oh, Jesus save me!

If Jesus saves
Well, he'd better save himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use his name in death

Oh, Jesus save me!

Well, I saw him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
They could hardly roll his stone

Oh, Jesus save me!

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