Well, I spent another beautiful Sunday morning couped up in a smokey, windowless Casino to try my hand at another No Limit Texas Hold'em tournament. You know, I have to admit, Casino San Pablo ain't half bad. It has a newly remodeled slots room that my Aunt would have died for, and a decent card room. Ok, the dealers often feel a little rough around the edges. I am not filled with the sense that they are always paying attention as players often have to help recite the events at the table so the dealers can catch up.
But if they could do just two things, just two things, they would have an awesome card club:
- Buy some integrated card shufflers for their tables, like they have at the Oaks.
- Buy their tournament chips from somewhere other than the five-and-dime floor. Nothing says cheap like dirty, plastic poker chips.
But I digress.
I wish the story I could tell you was as exciting as the last time. It isn't. I played very reasonably, and relatively conservatively. No big dramatic pots, no suck outs, no bad beats. Just one decent play after another. I won't complain, because I landed at the final table, the final three actually.
But right when the last person was busted, they did what I find totally anti-climactic: they stopped the tourney, counted the chips stacks, and awarded first, second and third. I came in third by the narrowest of margins, and the person who came in second had never played [in person] before. If they would have let us fight to the bitter end, I most certainly would have come in second, at least. Tsk. Tsk.
But I am not complaining. I won $220.
I thought it was bad when I walked into Peet's, ordered my usual, and instead of asking for my name they simply said, "Reese, right?" It gave me a warm feeling inside, like they knew me. But that feeling was dashed to the wall this morning.
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