Last night I went to Bay 101 with a friend from high school. He insisted that we play 3-6 limit. I have not played 3-6 limit sober in a very long time. The game is incredibly boring.
Still, there we were, waiting 2 hours to sit down at a 3-6 limit texas hold em table.
Finally, we got seats and as it worked out, the seats were at the same table. The table was pretty talkative. To my right there was a 68 year old black man who had to leave by midnight due to the terms of his probation. I found out that he was on probation for both the use and sale of narcotics. There were two hispanic men, one country girl and the rest asian.
As soon as I sat down I announced that I would either raise or fold from there on. I also bought in for more chips then anyone had at the table. I started architectural wonders with my chips and raising and winning pots either by default or actually have the cards. The whole time I never shut up.
Eventually, the other people at the table started to become annoyed. Eventually was about 2 minutes. One guy threatened me, he had tattoos, so maybe I should have been nervous, but his tattoo was a quote about if you arent for yourself who will be for you and if you are only for you who are you or something like that. I just made fun of him and took all of his chips. The white girl, well, she was not happy with me, I ruined her nice peaceful game where she got attention for being a white girl playing poker. Her boyfriend was there with her. He had a hickey. I asked if that's how you could tell he had aids. She tried to be mean to me, I think, but she was so slow that whatever mean things she said made either no sense or I could twist to make them sound like compliments which made her happy, needless to say, she left and went to another table.
One hispanic guy who seemed nice enough was alone with me in a small pot. Before the flop, I told the guy, hey, I'll check it down whatever it is, so he of course bets right away. I call because I had the nut draw and I hit my draw on the turn. I told him again, it's not too late to check down, he bet, I raised. He bet again no the river, I raised again, he called, I said, yay, I have the nuts, got the chips and made him feel bad about himself.
The other hispanic guy and I talked in spanish to each other about dancing with dogs, puntas and other things that I am not sure what mean.
I won a little bit of money, but I made other people feel worse about themselves, so that makes me the real winner. I got to mix the ultra agressive obnoxious low limit poker stylings of the deaf dan and the winning personality of a certain supreme court justice clerk with my own arrogant twist. Good times. It was like being back in AC during law school only without having to be in Jersey or actually spending time with the law school people.
