Made a run to Kansas City this week to do some biz and of course, check out the action. Dead as hell, but action is action when you have the fiend. 3/6 Kill game will get 'er done. We went straight from the airport since it was on the way to our hotel. How convenient! Me, Ken and Tim looking for some action on the Mighty Miss.
I make like I'm going to walk into the casino, but I do notice the bars on all of the other entrances along the way...interesting. I follow a woman in line and hand the gate attendant my ID. She and the security guard make like they're about to say, "what the fuck is this?" They tell me that, "You have to get a players card right around the corner." Ok, I can live with that. I make with the card and tell the chick, "so what if I don't care about getting rated?" As if in a million years I'll give a shit about a comp for a buffet, I play Poker remember? "Oh, it's Missouri law that we have to monitor how much money you put into play", she tells me. "So, you're saying that you don't want my money?" I ask retorically. She just makes with an "I'm sorry?". Back to serious, "So how much can I put into play?" "$500 within a 2-hour period", she confirms. Guess that means there isn't any action in this joint. But I didn't figure for much to begin with.
So you have to buy chips from the cashier, it takes a gruelling 2 minutes for them to meticulously count the rack, swipe my card and then finally push them to me. Count on missing a hand during this process. It must be the Missouri instructional methods for teaching outsiders the fine points of the "mosey". I start off ordering cocktails and firing raises, because there's no point at playing low limit if you can't get some action going and these guys, albeit nice people, are WAY too tight and get pushed off of hands too easily. I raise. I made with the straddle all night. I'll either run these guys out of the game or beat them into chasing miracles.
Later Tim comes over to join Ken and me when his game breaks. The straddle gets tossed two times in a row. Finally a drunk old dude stands up suddenly and makes like he's in a huff and pouts, "I'm not going to play this game if they're going to straddle." I think for the second time tonight, "so you're saying that you don't want my money?" What the hell has America come to? He must have sensed something though since I went on a rush with that straddle bet and flopped the nut flush with 4 callers. I played them slow for max profit catching two players into calling a check raise for the turn, the other two were playing idiot-tight, so I knew they weren't staying, but I got their initial calls, which was the only way I was getting those chips, they weren't calling 2-bets without suited quads.
Later we cruise. Tim who has a deep Texas drawl that is completely unmistakeable. He
tells us that the old dude that wet his pants and threw a fit had asked him earlier where he was from. Tim smiled that sly smile and says, "New Jersey". To which the old dude then asks, "Which part?" and meant it. So after about 20 minutes of laughing at Mr. Geographically challenged, we finally managed to not giggle anymore and made it to the hotel for check-in at 4:30 am. Tim's name shall now be preceded by Hoboken from this day forth.
A fiery red head with the congenial personallity of pissed-off wolverine checks me into the room. She stares down my sophmoric attempt at humor when I realize that her name is a perfect match for a Little House actress/character. Nothing...
I get a wake up call and dude sounds pretty irritated that I called. Probably woke him up. I gotta be up in 2 hours to do a seminar. No problem. Sleep is for the weak.
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