This one's for YTF

Player A: "Bet 30"
Player B: "Raise, make it 130."
Player A: "I'll see 130."
Me in the box: "See 130 comin' down the strip..."

I don't get it.

Maybe I'm too young.

I'm old. I don't get it either.

I read that last line to the tune of "I see the train a comin', rolling around the bend"....

It's a military thing. It's normally written as C-130. I'll let YTF tell the story, he'll tell it better than I would.

So if it is 52 to go then its an elephant walk?

"C-130 comin' down the strip
Airborne Daddy gonna take a little trip
Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door
Jump right out at the count of four
If my chute don't open wide
I got another one by my side
If that chute should fail me, too
Look out, ground! I'm comin' through!"

***

At 9:15, I pushed into a $2-4 limit game (we push at :15 and :45 past the hour; weird, I know). The first hand, everyone folds preflop, and the blinds chop.

"You're going to see a LOT of that," one regular warns me.

"Oh, I know that. It's Wednesday." Wednesday is Aces Cracked night, from 9PM-2AM. On Wednesdays, we get twice as many $2-4 games as usual, filled with the same Wednesday regulars, who all seem to be in a contest to see who can play the tightest. Some of them loosen up after an hour or two, out of boredom, but at 9:15, they're all still playing their "A" game.

Remember that pic in The Book of Tells, of the guy slumped in his chair, scowling, arms folded across his chest? I think it may have been titled, I Can Wait Longer Than You, or something like that? Illustrating a super-tight player? Well, at 9:20 last night, I looked up and saw the players in seats 2, 3, and 4 ALL striking that pose. I was very tempted to reach into my pants pocket for my phone to snap a pic, but I didn't have the guts.

It's like I'm working day shift, one night a week.

That line was pretty common in the poolroom when I was a kid, but not for the guys you would lose to--instead, it was reserved for the perpetually-broke guys who were constantly bumming a cigarette off you. One of these bums was named Couture, we used to call him "Couture the Moocher".

Which sounds even funnier when you say it in our Boston accents and drop the R's.

I have taken my share of rides in various military aircraft but save one UH1 (Huey chopper) they were all perfectly good aircraft doing what they were supposed to do which is fly. There was no reason to jump out of them.

We're currently running aces cracked continuously from 11pm Sunday night till 6pm Friday.

You can guess how fun that is.

1:42 in.

I feel like I have no 'identity' here. I need an avatar. Any suggestions?

Coota the moocha! Love it. Wish you could have taken that pic of the three angry tight guys.

Favorite sports team, favorite movie, favorite show, favorite food, a pet, dude you think is hot, girl you think is hot, and the list goes on and on.

When working as a tournament coordinator/floorperson, I often find myself as a captive audience for players when they want to have a conversation. I'll gladly engage in a dialogue with guests, but there are a few who will talk your ear off if given the chance. Lately, I've been thinking about two things; 1) Polite ways to disengage, and 2) Completely inappropriate things to say.

I'm hoping to hear some good suggestions for both, so the next time someone decides to tell me their hand histories for the past 24 hours, I can use #1 to extricate myself from the situation while thinking about #2 and smiling.

More like COOcha the MOOcha. Sometimes "Coo the moo", for short.

"He's Cooin'! He's mooin'! He ain't workin'!"

1) Oh buddy, if I had a buck for every bad beat story I've ever been told I'd buy us both into the WSOP Main Event. Good luck today sir.

2) If i had a buck for every time I gave a ****, I couldn't afford enough duck tape to stop you from telling me another one.

Fart loudly, say "damn chili for lunch" hightail it to mens room

Pull your phone out of your pocket, look at it, say "I've gotta get this", walk away holding the phone to your ear.

Whenever a player starts to share a bad beat story with me, I interrupt and say "let me guess, you got your money in with the best hand and somehow you lost the hand." It works every time, and if anyone else is around to hear it, it's guaranteed to get a laugh.

In light of recent tweets from you I would say a Pandora's Box avator would be approriate as you just can't seem to keep from poking around in stuff you should know better than to look at.

Your favorite state.

Please god, don't make it anything to do with Sarah Palin...

Do tell...