The story of "The Home Game" - TL;DR
11-05-2016
, 11:01 PM
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A Decent Proposal
It was during this same week that I had a very busy schedule relative to my typical week of life. Sally had asked if I wanted to go to Disney with Izzy - earlier in the year we went on a group trip and I bought a season's pass because I knew times like this would come up. This may sound kind of selfish, but Izzy had blonde hair and blue eyes just like I did, and whenever we had been out with her in public, everyone just assumed she was my daughter. The truth was I never wanted children, but if I did it would have been Izzy. I was living an alternative life, and as unhealthy as it seemed, it was satisfying. I was taking pictures of Izzy and sending them to Nicole, trying to show her I was good with kids, etc. since she had a daughter of her own. It seemed to be working, but who knows, for all I know she was still ****ing her ex or someone local - I really didn't know this girl.
Later on, on the ride home, I got a call from Josh. He had played the local $400 spring championship at the cardroom. He was so excited to talk about every hand. He even admitted some seriously donk plays, like 4-betting Q8o OOP and then check raising all in against an ex-dealer turned pro. He was 20 years old and had nothing to lose, and he had the balls to pull off those plays. He had gone from a semi-donkey to a semi-pro in a matter of months. Sally and Izzy were passed out so it made for a great 2.5 hour ride home because I-4 and 75 were so boring. He was chip leader for day 2 by a pretty good margin, and I was going to go rail him on Sunday with Tampa John. I even tried to buy some of his action but he declined.
As Thursday came around, I was tired of being idealistic that Mike could dig himself out of this hole of debt. Vito was not someone I wanted to do business with normally, but the location was just too good to pass up. Mike was meant for customer service, not management. On Thursday before the game, I showed up at Vito's with zero intentions of making any money dealing. I was going to play and let Mike deal. At this point, he owed me $1400 and he was going to be working for me tonight. I was able to play on my credit with the intention of running it up and letting him make a ton of tips on the tables, so either way, he was going to pay me a chunk of change. Before the game started, we had a little talk.
"I want to talk to you about this game, about selling it off and leaving in the positive. How does $7000 cash sound, and let me worry about the debts? I tried to give him a positive outlook considering how deep he was.
"I'm never gonna sell this game man, its a gold mine! This is the best location on the West Coast, and I get to stay away from going and looking for a job."
"How much money have you been walking away with the past few weeks?"
His demeanor changed, it went from happy-go-lucky to a flat lipped baby face. He wanted to talk, but he had nothing to say. I was looking closely as I usually do to get an idea of just how bad it was. Something wasn't right. He had a serious face on, but it wasn't a sad face. Something tells me that there was more going on than I knew. I figured it would help more that I was playing than dealing - I could pay more attention to buy-ins, credit loaned, rake, and tips. I was going to account for every dollar that comes and goes on that table.
The night went on and I really was just keeping the table going until 9, when a few more players including Vito arrived. Ah, the man of the hour, the man I wanted to felt. An hour went by of Vito running over the table with raises and c-bets and I whittled down from $625 to $545ish. OTB straddle I picked up A
A
and was facing a $25 raise from Vito UTG. I made it $100 knowing how sticky he is and he insta-called dropping 4 greens into the middle. We saw an A
KQ flop, and without hesitation he threw out 4 more greens. Vito was a solid player that would occasionally play laggy, but he wasn't completely suicidal. As scary as this flop was, he had to have hit this hard to dump out $250. J10 suited was not something I was worried about - some players will raise it UTG; Vito was not one of them. Flush draws were unlikely because the combos would again be suited connectors and QJdd was possible but again unlikely. I call, and we see a 5 turn. I hear "all-in" to my left and look at Vito for about 5 seconds, taking in the moment of bliss where the hunter gets hunted. I call and Vito tables QQ for a nice cooler. The river bricked out and Vito turns his chair towards me and hands me his stacks of red personally with a smirk on his face. I gladly accepted them and Vito throws some hundreds at Mike to buy back in.
While I was usually dipping out early these days, I was going to hang around and help Mike with his redneck accounting. When I was outside smoking I was there staring at the game for any buy ins. I told one of the players to let me know if anyone bought in when I went to the bathroom. Around 2am, I was in a sort of stalemate with personal and business decisions. We were 6-handed, and I had $1180 on the table that people were eyeing, but it was keeping the action going. I was nitting it up and it was chipping away at my stack. It was keeping them chomping at the bit though, but the rake was important so that Mike could pay me what he owed. I was getting tired, and most of these guys were stuck. Normally I would cash out but that would break the game, I had to sit around to make sure that money was paid.
About a half hour later, I folded AK to a check raise face up on a low board to a guy who was stuck, but was pretty nitty and not a regular.
"What the **** is this, you going to be a nit all night?"
"That's why they call me the Jew." I tried to lighten the situation.
"I'm ****ing serious, are you not going to put a penny in the pot without a pair? I didn't come here to play with a bunch of ****ing nits."
"And if you play and act like this, you aren't going to be coming back here either. You were invited to this game, this isn't the cardroom. We treat people with respect here and if you aren't going to behave yourself then you can leave. If I told you I'm stuck $1400 in this game, would you believe me?"
We had a little staring competition, and I subtly pulled out my Microtech Troodon out of my pocket and clicked the button, waiting for him to move. I was itching to use this ****ing thing, I had paid $300 for it and the only thing I had cut so far was my skin by accident when I was ****ing around with it. What seemed like 10 minutes was really 30 seconds as Mike stopped the deal. As much as I wanted to stab the **** out of this guy, he was just tired and grumpy, and this was bad for business.
"Alright, I'm sorry, ****ing deal cards." He said, seemingly apologetic, but that guy was done here after that night.
The game broke at 4am when the "talker" finally felted someone in a cooler and decided to cash out even. I wasn't focused on him though, I was focused on Mike. I had 1150 in front of me, $500 of which was borrowed, so I was plus $650. Add $1400 to that mix, and Mike owed me $2k. I was getting all 2k of that money sometime real soon. I checked the rake, the tips, the credit, and Mike was +$1600 for once. As he went to cash me out. He stopped counting at $1000.
"Well don't stop there, it was just getting good!" I exclaimed, absolutely furious.
"This is all I can give you, I have like $200 left, and I have to go home with something."
"Oh is that right?"
"Yeah, its all I have," He said in a very non-convincing voice.
"Well do me a favor, clean up this ****, and I will see you outside when I'm done."
I went outside and had my creeper van parked so that he was blocked in between it and a tree in Vito's yard. I wasn't going to risk waking Vito up and causing even more trouble, so I sat in the van and messed around with the Troodon, somehow stabbing myself in the palm. Knives were getting too dangerous for me, I told myself to just stick to guns. Mikey appeared from the garage about 15 minutes later and put his hands up in a "WTF?" way because I had him blocked in.
"Listen buddy, I know the count, I know your tips, the rake, and how much you loaned. You have WAY more than $200 on you, and you have owed me for months. I have been way too nice to deal for free half the night for too long to get a sob story about how little money you have. Don't sportsbet MY ****ing money!"
"I owe a lot of people money man, Bookie, Nazi, Vito...."
"How many of them are ready to stab you and let you bleed out in the back of a van though?"
As angry as I was, I would never risk going to prison over a thousand bucks, but I sure would **** with his outlook on life. He didn't know any better though, and he became more understanding of the situation.
"Alright, I can give you 5, I need the rest for bills and I have to give Bookie something. Am I still gonna get stabbed?"
"I don't know, show me $500 and I'll think about it!"
He handed over $500 and I gave him a smile.
"See life is so much better when you pay people what you owe. I don't know if you're ever going to figure that out. Do you want to go to Waffle House?"
He declined, and I hopped in the van, threw it in drive, and headed out towards the interstate. It was times like these that I went into thought about how different life was here than where I was from. How many people had stiffed me over $50 or $100, a good friendship at that. One thing I hadn't checked was my phone. I had been texting Nicole, but after the nit incident, I didn't even bother looking. It was 450am and I saw that her last text was only a few minutes before. I gave her a call and she was up. She was asking what I was still doing up and I realized that she may not like this whole poker life. We were going to find out though, because she said she was going to come up on Wednesday because her ex had custody. Finally, something to look forward to after a night of degen.
It was during this same week that I had a very busy schedule relative to my typical week of life. Sally had asked if I wanted to go to Disney with Izzy - earlier in the year we went on a group trip and I bought a season's pass because I knew times like this would come up. This may sound kind of selfish, but Izzy had blonde hair and blue eyes just like I did, and whenever we had been out with her in public, everyone just assumed she was my daughter. The truth was I never wanted children, but if I did it would have been Izzy. I was living an alternative life, and as unhealthy as it seemed, it was satisfying. I was taking pictures of Izzy and sending them to Nicole, trying to show her I was good with kids, etc. since she had a daughter of her own. It seemed to be working, but who knows, for all I know she was still ****ing her ex or someone local - I really didn't know this girl.
Later on, on the ride home, I got a call from Josh. He had played the local $400 spring championship at the cardroom. He was so excited to talk about every hand. He even admitted some seriously donk plays, like 4-betting Q8o OOP and then check raising all in against an ex-dealer turned pro. He was 20 years old and had nothing to lose, and he had the balls to pull off those plays. He had gone from a semi-donkey to a semi-pro in a matter of months. Sally and Izzy were passed out so it made for a great 2.5 hour ride home because I-4 and 75 were so boring. He was chip leader for day 2 by a pretty good margin, and I was going to go rail him on Sunday with Tampa John. I even tried to buy some of his action but he declined.
As Thursday came around, I was tired of being idealistic that Mike could dig himself out of this hole of debt. Vito was not someone I wanted to do business with normally, but the location was just too good to pass up. Mike was meant for customer service, not management. On Thursday before the game, I showed up at Vito's with zero intentions of making any money dealing. I was going to play and let Mike deal. At this point, he owed me $1400 and he was going to be working for me tonight. I was able to play on my credit with the intention of running it up and letting him make a ton of tips on the tables, so either way, he was going to pay me a chunk of change. Before the game started, we had a little talk.
"I want to talk to you about this game, about selling it off and leaving in the positive. How does $7000 cash sound, and let me worry about the debts? I tried to give him a positive outlook considering how deep he was.
"I'm never gonna sell this game man, its a gold mine! This is the best location on the West Coast, and I get to stay away from going and looking for a job."
"How much money have you been walking away with the past few weeks?"
His demeanor changed, it went from happy-go-lucky to a flat lipped baby face. He wanted to talk, but he had nothing to say. I was looking closely as I usually do to get an idea of just how bad it was. Something wasn't right. He had a serious face on, but it wasn't a sad face. Something tells me that there was more going on than I knew. I figured it would help more that I was playing than dealing - I could pay more attention to buy-ins, credit loaned, rake, and tips. I was going to account for every dollar that comes and goes on that table.
The night went on and I really was just keeping the table going until 9, when a few more players including Vito arrived. Ah, the man of the hour, the man I wanted to felt. An hour went by of Vito running over the table with raises and c-bets and I whittled down from $625 to $545ish. OTB straddle I picked up A
A and was facing a $25 raise from Vito UTG. I made it $100 knowing how sticky he is and he insta-called dropping 4 greens into the middle. We saw an AKQ flop, and without hesitation he threw out 4 more greens. Vito was a solid player that would occasionally play laggy, but he wasn't completely suicidal. As scary as this flop was, he had to have hit this hard to dump out $250. J10 suited was not something I was worried about - some players will raise it UTG; Vito was not one of them. Flush draws were unlikely because the combos would again be suited connectors and QJdd was possible but again unlikely. I call, and we see a 5 turn. I hear "all-in" to my left and look at Vito for about 5 seconds, taking in the moment of bliss where the hunter gets hunted. I call and Vito tables QQ for a nice cooler. The river bricked out and Vito turns his chair towards me and hands me his stacks of red personally with a smirk on his face. I gladly accepted them and Vito throws some hundreds at Mike to buy back in. While I was usually dipping out early these days, I was going to hang around and help Mike with his redneck accounting. When I was outside smoking I was there staring at the game for any buy ins. I told one of the players to let me know if anyone bought in when I went to the bathroom. Around 2am, I was in a sort of stalemate with personal and business decisions. We were 6-handed, and I had $1180 on the table that people were eyeing, but it was keeping the action going. I was nitting it up and it was chipping away at my stack. It was keeping them chomping at the bit though, but the rake was important so that Mike could pay me what he owed. I was getting tired, and most of these guys were stuck. Normally I would cash out but that would break the game, I had to sit around to make sure that money was paid.
About a half hour later, I folded AK to a check raise face up on a low board to a guy who was stuck, but was pretty nitty and not a regular.
"What the **** is this, you going to be a nit all night?"
"That's why they call me the Jew." I tried to lighten the situation.
"I'm ****ing serious, are you not going to put a penny in the pot without a pair? I didn't come here to play with a bunch of ****ing nits."
"And if you play and act like this, you aren't going to be coming back here either. You were invited to this game, this isn't the cardroom. We treat people with respect here and if you aren't going to behave yourself then you can leave. If I told you I'm stuck $1400 in this game, would you believe me?"
We had a little staring competition, and I subtly pulled out my Microtech Troodon out of my pocket and clicked the button, waiting for him to move. I was itching to use this ****ing thing, I had paid $300 for it and the only thing I had cut so far was my skin by accident when I was ****ing around with it. What seemed like 10 minutes was really 30 seconds as Mike stopped the deal. As much as I wanted to stab the **** out of this guy, he was just tired and grumpy, and this was bad for business.
"Alright, I'm sorry, ****ing deal cards." He said, seemingly apologetic, but that guy was done here after that night.
The game broke at 4am when the "talker" finally felted someone in a cooler and decided to cash out even. I wasn't focused on him though, I was focused on Mike. I had 1150 in front of me, $500 of which was borrowed, so I was plus $650. Add $1400 to that mix, and Mike owed me $2k. I was getting all 2k of that money sometime real soon. I checked the rake, the tips, the credit, and Mike was +$1600 for once. As he went to cash me out. He stopped counting at $1000.
"Well don't stop there, it was just getting good!" I exclaimed, absolutely furious.
"This is all I can give you, I have like $200 left, and I have to go home with something."
"Oh is that right?"
"Yeah, its all I have," He said in a very non-convincing voice.
"Well do me a favor, clean up this ****, and I will see you outside when I'm done."
I went outside and had my creeper van parked so that he was blocked in between it and a tree in Vito's yard. I wasn't going to risk waking Vito up and causing even more trouble, so I sat in the van and messed around with the Troodon, somehow stabbing myself in the palm. Knives were getting too dangerous for me, I told myself to just stick to guns. Mikey appeared from the garage about 15 minutes later and put his hands up in a "WTF?" way because I had him blocked in.
"Listen buddy, I know the count, I know your tips, the rake, and how much you loaned. You have WAY more than $200 on you, and you have owed me for months. I have been way too nice to deal for free half the night for too long to get a sob story about how little money you have. Don't sportsbet MY ****ing money!"
"I owe a lot of people money man, Bookie, Nazi, Vito...."
"How many of them are ready to stab you and let you bleed out in the back of a van though?"
As angry as I was, I would never risk going to prison over a thousand bucks, but I sure would **** with his outlook on life. He didn't know any better though, and he became more understanding of the situation.
"Alright, I can give you 5, I need the rest for bills and I have to give Bookie something. Am I still gonna get stabbed?"
"I don't know, show me $500 and I'll think about it!"
He handed over $500 and I gave him a smile.
"See life is so much better when you pay people what you owe. I don't know if you're ever going to figure that out. Do you want to go to Waffle House?"
He declined, and I hopped in the van, threw it in drive, and headed out towards the interstate. It was times like these that I went into thought about how different life was here than where I was from. How many people had stiffed me over $50 or $100, a good friendship at that. One thing I hadn't checked was my phone. I had been texting Nicole, but after the nit incident, I didn't even bother looking. It was 450am and I saw that her last text was only a few minutes before. I gave her a call and she was up. She was asking what I was still doing up and I realized that she may not like this whole poker life. We were going to find out though, because she said she was going to come up on Wednesday because her ex had custody. Finally, something to look forward to after a night of degen.
11-05-2016
, 11:32 PM
11-06-2016
, 08:56 AM
If I have you guys believing I am a psychopath then I am doing a good job. 
It wasn't important whether or not I was actually willing to stab Mike over a few hundred dollars. What was important was that he believed I was willing to do it. Think of it as a leveling war to get my money back.
It wasn't important whether or not I was actually willing to stab Mike over a few hundred dollars. What was important was that he believed I was willing to do it. Think of it as a leveling war to get my money back.
11-06-2016
, 07:41 PM
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If I have you guys believing I am a psychopath then I am doing a good job. It wasn't important whether or not I was actually willing to stab Mike over a few hundred dollars. What was important was that he believed I was willing to do it. Think of it as a leveling war to get my money back.
It wasn't important whether or not I was actually willing to stab Mike over a few hundred dollars. What was important was that he believed I was willing to do it. Think of it as a leveling war to get my money back.
You are an unsympathizing psychopath. Do you understand what its like to have someone threaten your life in the manner you did? My uncle threatened to slit my throat in my sleep when I intervened in a drunken argument he was having with my grandma demanding she give him his keys and him raising his fists like he was going to hit her. I stepped in and made him leave and thats when he threatened to kill me. I thought about killing him for over a year to protect myself.
You are a bully and a coward.
11-07-2016
, 02:12 PM
11-07-2016
, 04:10 PM
11-07-2016
, 11:10 PM
Barcrawl to Vito's
The barcrawl we were doing was in Port Charlotte, it was for breast cancer awareness, and basically what you did was play putt putt golf at different bars and were expected to drink at them. Sally was actually supposed to pick me up and we were going to be meeting up with everyone down there. I had white linen pants, and a red linen shirt, white slacks with gold buckles, and a white fedora on. I looked like I walked off the set of Miami Vice, but that was what I was going for - it sure as hell beat playing the tin man where I had to wear a barrel around my waist all day. I had 200 dollars in 1s stuffed in my pockets to use as tips and to get drinks. Nicole was supposed to meet me in town at some point, hopefully it was before I got too smashed. The costume was a hit at the bars, when I wanted to order drinks I threw money all over the place. It appeared like a lot but was really just $10 bucks or so at a time. It's amazing how little bartenders or owners care what you do when you make it rain on their bartop.
Getting a few hours into it, I was getting pretty ****faced, and next thing I knew, Nicole had shown up in a short black dress. All our friends told her she had to catch up, which she did by pounding a few shots of Patron and a pint of Guinness. From there on, we were trying to pace ourselves to the end. I remember making out with her at this huge bar and everyone was watching, and she would hike up her skirt a little to tease the mostly older crowd. We were finally given a ride home by Sally, and we both sat in the backseat with Nicole trying to unzip my pants. This wasn't going to go over well with Sally if she could figure out what was happening, and I kinda had to put an end to it for the time being. Sally was giving me this smile that was sort of "have a good time" in a facetious manner.
When we got home, I realized I had gotten a text from Vito about the Saturday game, and still buzzed, I asked Nicole if she wanted to go to a poker game. She was happy to go if there was booze, and we ended up getting a ride with Josh. When we got there, they were determining whether or not to open a second table. Feeder tables were usually ****ty at Vito's because he had a foldout poker table on top of another foldout banquet table. It was terrible to deal on and terrible to play on. With 4 people in line, I decided to do what I rarely do at a poker game - drink. I was sobering up and if I couldn't play, I might as well take advantage of the free booze. About 45 minutes later, some people had left, Nicole was having a good time with one of the car sales guy's girlfriends, and I was ready to get the gamble on.
About two orbits in, I picked up AK in the $5 straddle and was facing a SB raise to 25 and 4 calls. With a stack of 330 it put me in an awkward spot to 3 bet and not shove. A pot sized raise was half my stack and almost an entire stack of the shortest caller. Worst case scenario I thought I was flipping, so shoving was +EV with money in the pot already. Then again, this was a 1/2/5 homegame, and strat can often just go out the window with a lot of these players. I shoved and snap called by UTG, and everyone else folded.
"Do you want to run it twice?" I heard the caller, who was probably the nicest, friendliest dealer at the cardroom ask. I oblige and he flips over 8
8. I guess he was looking to gamble more than I was. I ended up turning a flush on the first board, and the second board was 23456 for a chop. After Mike, who was dealing, pushed back my winnings, I noticed I was only up to about 440 when it should have been 475-480 after rake, since the dealer had me covered. Did Mike just rake out 40 bucks on that pot? Did he just take 20 for himself, 20 for the house? Maybe he thought I was too drunk to notice, but it wasn't the case. I'm the Jew, I'm always aware of my stack size. I double and even triple checked for greens, made sure I had been robbed, and proceeded.
"Cash me the **** out." I made it nice and loud so it was noted I wasn't happy. Vito came over and took a look at my stack.
"Mike took 40 bucks out of that pot, you should check your rake, because I'm 40 short." I didn't want to break the game or alert players because another public incident for Mike meant our game was dead and I would only be hurting myself. Vito made it right by giving me two extra 20s, and he told me that Nicole was too drunk to be here. That was fine, I was leaving anyway, well as soon as I found a ride down south. I ended up getting us Uber, and when we got home, all the pent up frustration and tension was taken out on Nicole in the form of extremely loud smashing. We spent the rest of the weekend together, she ended up staying until Monday night when I dealt at Tim's. On Monday, I got my huge package of chips, buttons, etc. and was ready to go. I brought Nicole over to Paulie's place and we determined two weeks from Tuesday we were starting the first game. I was going to be putting in a lot of hours at the cardroom getting new players, advertising the best food, best rake, and all cash game. Paulie and I were on the same page, and people liked him. I knew I could trust him with money, and at the same time run things with just him in the background.
I had two weeks to get my $600 that Mike still owed to me before he would find out I was moving out on my own.
The barcrawl we were doing was in Port Charlotte, it was for breast cancer awareness, and basically what you did was play putt putt golf at different bars and were expected to drink at them. Sally was actually supposed to pick me up and we were going to be meeting up with everyone down there. I had white linen pants, and a red linen shirt, white slacks with gold buckles, and a white fedora on. I looked like I walked off the set of Miami Vice, but that was what I was going for - it sure as hell beat playing the tin man where I had to wear a barrel around my waist all day. I had 200 dollars in 1s stuffed in my pockets to use as tips and to get drinks. Nicole was supposed to meet me in town at some point, hopefully it was before I got too smashed. The costume was a hit at the bars, when I wanted to order drinks I threw money all over the place. It appeared like a lot but was really just $10 bucks or so at a time. It's amazing how little bartenders or owners care what you do when you make it rain on their bartop.
Getting a few hours into it, I was getting pretty ****faced, and next thing I knew, Nicole had shown up in a short black dress. All our friends told her she had to catch up, which she did by pounding a few shots of Patron and a pint of Guinness. From there on, we were trying to pace ourselves to the end. I remember making out with her at this huge bar and everyone was watching, and she would hike up her skirt a little to tease the mostly older crowd. We were finally given a ride home by Sally, and we both sat in the backseat with Nicole trying to unzip my pants. This wasn't going to go over well with Sally if she could figure out what was happening, and I kinda had to put an end to it for the time being. Sally was giving me this smile that was sort of "have a good time" in a facetious manner.
When we got home, I realized I had gotten a text from Vito about the Saturday game, and still buzzed, I asked Nicole if she wanted to go to a poker game. She was happy to go if there was booze, and we ended up getting a ride with Josh. When we got there, they were determining whether or not to open a second table. Feeder tables were usually ****ty at Vito's because he had a foldout poker table on top of another foldout banquet table. It was terrible to deal on and terrible to play on. With 4 people in line, I decided to do what I rarely do at a poker game - drink. I was sobering up and if I couldn't play, I might as well take advantage of the free booze. About 45 minutes later, some people had left, Nicole was having a good time with one of the car sales guy's girlfriends, and I was ready to get the gamble on.
About two orbits in, I picked up A
K in the $5 straddle and was facing a SB raise to 25 and 4 calls. With a stack of 330 it put me in an awkward spot to 3 bet and not shove. A pot sized raise was half my stack and almost an entire stack of the shortest caller. Worst case scenario I thought I was flipping, so shoving was +EV with money in the pot already. Then again, this was a 1/2/5 homegame, and strat can often just go out the window with a lot of these players. I shoved and snap called by UTG, and everyone else folded. "Do you want to run it twice?" I heard the caller, who was probably the nicest, friendliest dealer at the cardroom ask. I oblige and he flips over 8
8. I guess he was looking to gamble more than I was. I ended up turning a flush on the first board, and the second board was 23456 for a chop. After Mike, who was dealing, pushed back my winnings, I noticed I was only up to about 440 when it should have been 475-480 after rake, since the dealer had me covered. Did Mike just rake out 40 bucks on that pot? Did he just take 20 for himself, 20 for the house? Maybe he thought I was too drunk to notice, but it wasn't the case. I'm the Jew, I'm always aware of my stack size. I double and even triple checked for greens, made sure I had been robbed, and proceeded. "Cash me the **** out." I made it nice and loud so it was noted I wasn't happy. Vito came over and took a look at my stack.
"Mike took 40 bucks out of that pot, you should check your rake, because I'm 40 short." I didn't want to break the game or alert players because another public incident for Mike meant our game was dead and I would only be hurting myself. Vito made it right by giving me two extra 20s, and he told me that Nicole was too drunk to be here. That was fine, I was leaving anyway, well as soon as I found a ride down south. I ended up getting us Uber, and when we got home, all the pent up frustration and tension was taken out on Nicole in the form of extremely loud smashing. We spent the rest of the weekend together, she ended up staying until Monday night when I dealt at Tim's. On Monday, I got my huge package of chips, buttons, etc. and was ready to go. I brought Nicole over to Paulie's place and we determined two weeks from Tuesday we were starting the first game. I was going to be putting in a lot of hours at the cardroom getting new players, advertising the best food, best rake, and all cash game. Paulie and I were on the same page, and people liked him. I knew I could trust him with money, and at the same time run things with just him in the background.
I had two weeks to get my $600 that Mike still owed to me before he would find out I was moving out on my own.
11-08-2016
, 08:34 PM
11-09-2016
, 01:16 AM
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-Trump to get 240 electoral votes at even money for $200
-Trump -2 $100 at 2-1 in Florida
-Trump -5 in North Carolina at 8 to 1 for $100
-Clinton -12 in New York even money for $500
-Clinton -14 in CA even for $500
There's a few others, I don't bet lines like this but I wanted a serious sweat.
-Clinton -5 in VA even money for $200
-Trump to win $200 at 13-1
-Trump to get 240 electoral votes at even money for $200
-Trump -2 $100 at 2-1 in Florida
-Trump -5 in North Carolina at 8 to 1 for $100
-Clinton -12 in New York even money for $500
-Clinton -14 in CA even for $500
There's a few others, I don't bet lines like this but I wanted a serious sweat.