Texas Holdem
I walked in and there were tons of food and pizza. I had a drink. I
think it was a sort of martini. Adam has this concoction he likes to
make.
The first game was up stairs at a huge table. There were thirteen
players. We squeezed in . We were playing Texas Holdem. The buy-in was
$50 and the bets were 1-1-2-2. If you know the game you understand what
the means. It took me half the night to sink into a rhythm. It came
eventually. It turns out I have a bad poker face. I have tells. I have
poor sense of other's intentions. Every time I tried to call some one's
bluff, it turned out they were not bluffing.
After some more people showed up, we split in to two groups. The
upstairs group, and the downstairs group. I stayed upstairs. It
worked out pretty well. No one I really knew was up there. We were the
no nonsense group. The folks down stairs (meaning Adam) were loud
and obnoxious. The upstairs group, however, came to play.
I think every one had fun though. That is what matters. That is what
people say who won anyway. I came out about $75 ahead as far as I can
tell this morning. I was up over a hundred for a short time . We cashed
out when we split the game, and re-bought in.
During the second game, the one not dominated by Adam, some interesting
social things happened involving me. One of the hands came round
and we were turning over our cards. I thought I only had a pair and was
prepared to throw in my cards. Then someone noticed that I had filled
in the straight. I muttered "ah-man" under my breath because I was
embarrassed from missing it. From that point on it became a joke when
people won to act disappointed and apologize. In the same hand, I tried
to cover my embarrassment by saying something stupid like ""I only won
by that much." holding my fingers up showing about a cm between them.
That became a joke too. Some one had ace high and some one else had a
boat and would say "I only won by that much, sorry. I guess I have to
rack in my chips." I was the butt of a running joke with a bunch of
people I didn't really know. It was awesome.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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2 comments:
That is an awesome feeling, when it's done in a nice way. I can't count the number of jokes that I'm the butt of at work. Just ask The Bills or Jonathan. Or James, or Kevin, or Charlie... the only one who doesn't make fun is Rula. :)
Did someone say something after I left about me dominating the downstairs game? I always worry about doing that. I really shouldn't go to poker games, but people keep insisting I attend.
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