Bad Cops and Restructuring
When I first started playing JV football in 8th grade, I loved playing linebacker. I was asked to play offense but asked my coach to only play me on the defensive line. Something about standing and watching a halfback/fullback break the line of scrimmage and hunting him down got my adrenaline flowing. It feels the same way when you're in position on the river with the nuts and and get shoved into only to snap it off and table your cards before the guy even knows what happened. I felt like the void in the underground poker economy was like the line of scrimmage now - just a void, waiting for someone to break through.
"Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack." - Sun-Tzu
This quote was a motto I used in football, in poker, and in life. This is why I had waited as long as I did to start my game - starting it at the height of the game with Mike was not good offensive or defensive strategy. I got a call from Josh on Saturday before Vito's game, and I asked Josh what they were doing with Mike. Mike was told that he could try and pay back his debts in his own ways, or Tampa John and Bookie could take it over, take a chunk of Mike's money towards his debts, and he could keep a small amount. He also told me that Vito would call me at a later point to discuss dealing options in the future. This was typical Vito - acting like a boss and having his workers do his errands. I told him that was fine, but he had to talk to me directly next time. I wasn't mad at Josh, he really didn't understand that he was used by Vito, but he did know about my game, and I trusted him with that info. Vito trusted him with running the Saturday game, and now Mike was just a dealer at this game and his own game.
I thought Mike should consider himself lucky - he was like a bank during the bailouts, and instead of losing his ass, now he had a proper way to pay everyone back under guidance. Josh told me he put up a big fight at Vito's that night - he said he had worked too hard to have someone take over the game, that they weren't going to tell him what to do, and had too much pride. By the end of the night, he had accepted the offer as his only option. On Saturday night I was hanging out with Nicole and got a call from Mike.
"So you are having your own game now, eh? You couldn't even tell me, I built this thing from scratch. That's kinda ****ed up."
"You seem to have a bad memory. I invited you to come to Tim's house. This game fell in your lap, and if I had known how to deal then, I would have done it myself. I thank you for showing me how to deal, but you ran the game into the ground. You should thank me for bringing you in, and you should thank Bookie and TJ for giving you a chance to still make money - I wouldn't have given you that option."
We ended up agreeing to disagree, and that was basically the end of that conversation. From here on out, I had very little communication with Mike unless I wanted my money, or he got in my way. On Sunday, I moved into my new place - one of my older poker friends, she owned a few condos on the beach, and her tenants were all gone. She made me an offer I couldn't refuse, so I finally moved from my temporary place at my sister's to the new condo. I could literally see the Gulf of Mexico from my window with a private beach, had a pool 50 feet away, it was a perfect bachelor pad but I wasn't a bachelor anymore. It was an old complex, the rooms were small, but it was all about the location. Nicole was going back and forth between her house and the condo, she was staying with me about half the time. I felt like I was on vacation, just enjoying the beach, pool, I couldn't ask for it any better.
On Monday I was invited to a 1-2 PLO game at a guy named Kevin's house on the north side of town. I had met him at the cardroom and we were at the same table with this drunk spewy idiot that was winning a lot of small pots and was generally annoying. He was needling both Kevin and I, and Kevin had headphones and I offered chips to rent them as a joke. We ended up talking, I could tell he was a very competent player. I had invited him to Vito's house before but he didn't have a license at the time, and he lived sort of out of the way. I wanted some action and didn't want to drive to Tampa, so I told Nicole I wanted to play. She had been suffering from an ear infection, and at this point she needed to go to the hospital she was in so much pain. I told her I would drop her off at the nearby ER and would go play. Sure enough, I make the 35 minute drive, and right as we get to the ER, there is a cop near the front entrance next to a stop sign. I make sure to stop fully, then go to the front entrance to drop her off. As I am parking near the entrance the cop sweeps around and pulls me over.
"Sir, did you know that you ran that stop sign back there?"
"My girlfriend is in a lot of pain and she's going to go inside, okay?"
"I have to ask you to stay inside the car."
"Do you have me on camera running a stop sign?"
"I have a dashcam and bodycam, yes."
"Well that right there is on," as I pointed to my dashcam, "You sure you still want to write me a ticket?" His face seemed a little blank, but he goes ahead and takes my info anyway.
He proceeds to write me a citation in the parking lot while we wait. When he comes back and asks me if I have any questions, I told him that he had acted very unprofessional and made sure that Nicole got a letter from the ER that she was in fact in severe pain so it reflected the fact he had kept her back despite her condition. As I pulled away from the hospital, I saw he had someone else pulled over and told the guy pulled over to fight it in court, that he was writing bogus tickets.
I pulled up to Kevin's to find the table nearly full - of dealers from the cardroom. There are some great dealers at the local cardroom, then there are some real degens, usually the floor. A few floor guys were there and everyone was short buying at $100. I buy in for $200 and it wasn't a momentous session but there were a few nice spots. On an A
8
9
I had 7
10
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and got it in versus A8, no redraw against a drunk dude they were calling Kansas City. This dude had a Chiefs hat, jersey, and huge tattoo on him - a true fan. I offer to run it twice and he agrees even though he doesn't know what it means. I hit a flush on the first board and a straight on the second and scoop. The second hand I was in a 3-bet pot with Kevin, and we get it in on an A23 board where I hold AA89 versus his 4567 and we run it once, 3 on the turn and yes, I know I am running like god.
Everyone there is getting drunk and rowdy and I decide to cash out about 465 and head out of there. I get challenged to an O8 match by one of the floormen, but we can't agree on stakes - he wants 5-10 limit, I told him 20-40 or higher. He takes it personally but Nicole is texting me that she's sitting outside ready to go. I tell him we will finish later and I go pick up Nicole, going through the same stop sign with the same cop. As much as I wanted to just throw a full on verbal assault at him, beating him in court was even better. Nicole was out of it - they shot her up with dilaudid and she was getting all horny in the car but she was too ****ed up to do anything. I am concentrating on the game tomorrow - I had talked to Paulie, put the texts out, and all was set for a great game. I had 8 definites and 5 maybes. This game had to run well or it was never going to run again. Nazi, Bookie, Nice Shoes, Sally, and Josh would all be there, so there was a good crowd to start. I didn't sleep until 530 that night, I was binge-playing Far Cry 4 which was great for taking my anger out from the crooked cop pulling me over.
As I went to sleep, I thought of this time as a turning point in my place in the world of home games in the area, and just how far things had really come in just a year.