There Comes a Time
The poker world is quite volatile. I'm sipping a few beers this evening, playing a couple of SNGs out of boredom. Not really enjoying them. For the first time in my life, I really don't want much to do at the moment with poker. Dreaming of other things, because somewhere over the last however long, it just became the gig.
I had thought about moving out to Vegas. I've decided against that for now, in the midst of a lot of the economic hardships facing the world. It's not a good town for me anyway; I tend to walk around with a low-grade agitation usually exacerbated by the workers who treat their customers' money with a sense of entitlement. In five days in the Gold Coast, I walked out on two different would-be meals and a drink due to utterly non-existent service. It's their loss, I figure, because if I get even halfway decent service, I tip really well.
It's still one up on last year when my meal at Ping Pang Pong featured a side of Chicken Fried Hair.
This year's stay featured three days of intermittent internet due to a broken cable, but at least they were good enough to make a bill adjustment. Better than the fuckknobs at Budget Rent-A-Car. I'll share the best scam ever with y'all here. I ordered a special debit card for use with my rental car, and I received the card I was pleased to discover that it had rental collision insurance, allowing one to escape (without penalty) the $23-and-change Budget wants to pad the daily bill with.
So I try to decline, and I'm then handed a special $39 "downtime" daily charge that Budget has instituted in Vegas and four other cities, which allows them to bill for time a car is disabled and unable to be rented. This fee, of course, is waived if you buy the $23 insurance from Budget and not use your card waiver.
Can you say "scam"? I thought you could. Interesting that this special downtime charge is not mentioned anywhere on the Budget website.
I looked at a few apartments while there and was pretty disinterested with what I saw. The one-bedrooms within a couple miles of the Strip are crap and the better ones farther south are expensive. Yet another incentive to not move there.
I was disappointed at how few people I ran into that I knew. I met up with Schecky and Harold Check on Friday at the Bellagio, and I guess Michalski saw me playing at some point. I ran into Michalski two days later at the WSOP Academy when I bopped over to say hi to the folks I know there -- Brandon and Alex and Mark. Had a nice chat with Michalski but that was about it for the weekend.
The best angleshoot I saw on the weekend was from an Aussie guy named Graham in Thursday's event. He tried to run a bluff but ran into a rivered flush from a guy who wasn't going away. This Graham guy bet the river, was called, said "You win," mucked his hand, and convinced the newbie that he indeed had to show his hand (7-5 of the flush-making hearts) to claim the pot. LOL that. He called the clock on me in a different hand a little later, after about 60 seconds of pondering in a big hand, flashed his aces at me after I folded, then had the audacity to ask what I'd folded.
Nice try, sir. Try that somewhere else. I had a pure math question since I'd seen the flop with 7-7 and the flop came 8-6-5. It was a close decision but a correct fold, which I noodled out about the same time he clocked me. Doubly correct considering the weaker players at the table.
So I waited most of the minute anyway. He turned out to be a decent enough guy to talk to but I was secretly pleased when he went to the rail in a 50,000 pot the next day, when we ended up at the same table again. All in preflop, his aces were cracked by A-K. Karma that, baybee.