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· verb; the poker diaries 12.17.04 Hard Rock Casino, Tampa I suck at poker. That's the report. Seriously. That's all you need to know. Move along now to Felicia or Pauly or any one of a number of other poker blogs. Read someone from whom you might learn something. Granted, I arrived later in the day with a horrendous hangover, having spent the previous evening at The Castle and later taste-testing tequila while handling reptiles and peeking at a tarantula. No, "taste-testing tequila", "handling reptiles" and "peeking at a tarantula" are not euphamisms for naughty things. They are what they are, and were delightful nevertheless. But they made for crappy poker the next day. I played $2/4 Limit. By 3:00pm I made a couple of horrible calls that lost me $40. A straight was clearly on the table while I held A10s, the best cards I'd seen in an hour. Even my compatriot, who happened to be seated at my table, folded an AQ that would have beat me in that hand. Later, the only other hand I had, QQ, was lost to three kings on the river. When I lost my $40, one of my compatriots looked down a little and one looked about even--I couldn't count their chips, but just took a quick peek at their stacks as I dejectedly left the poker room in search for whiskey reinforcements. And no, "taking a quick peek at their stacks" didn't involve trousers being dropped. I just looked at their stacks. Honest. I was severely sleep deprived and had no business playing any more poker. But we had gotten a room and really, what else is there to do at the Hard Rock? I lost another $40 that night and yet another $40 the following morning, though I hung on valiantly at the end and met some interesting people. One young gentlemen looked just like Jack Osbourne and caused a serious ruckus when he called a raise and then said he didn't. The game was stopped, the manager was summoned, and amusement was had by all. Another older gentleman showed up at my tables both days and kicked some serious poker ass. I thought he was screwing around with me when he told me he was retired and played $2/4 Limit at the Tampa Hard Rock for a living, but I'll be damned if he didn't walk away with nearly $400 by the end of it all. The casino itself wasn't as bad as I had previously read about. The rake was high, but by playing tight, smart, non-hungover and non-sleep deprived, one might not do too badly. All three of my friends ended up for the trip. I was the sole loser. But I did win the ring game we played on the way home. Ever play Car Poker? Previous Poker Game - Next Poker Game
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