Let it Ride
Made a trip to the Niagara Falls Casino last night and for the first time, I sat at a table and played cards.
The dealer yelled at me about seven times.
"You can't use the phone at the table." (I was checking the Yankee score. They won again, by the way).
"Don't touch the money." (Sounds like my beautiful wife).
"Are you placing the bet?" (Hold onto your hat, lady, I have to have my chips stacked in piles).
But the interesting thing about it was the guy to my right. He'd lost 3 grand up to the moment we sat down. Still, he was playing at least $100 a hand. I was risking $15a hand.
"Gotta bet big to win big," he said.
"Or lose big," I answered.
He didn't smile.
We were playing a game where you are dealt three cards down and then use the dealers two cards to make your hand.
"I got triple 7's," he whispered.
"You have three 7's dealt to you?" I asked.
Doing the quick math I saw that he would win well over a grand with the hand.
He didn't even crack a smile. Two hands later he won another grand or so.
There was no joy at all.
"Still in the hole," he said.
As he walked away I was sort of amazed. I was sweating bullets because I'd lost a little, then won a good pot only to hand some over to my wife who was losing. I spent the night treading water, but had a bunch of laughs with my niece and her husband. We most likely won't be going back for quite some time.
I have a feeling that the guy from last night is sitting at a table right now, hoping for another lucky hand.
Not sure about the economic troubles either. The place was packed. Not everyone is losing, right?
If they are, we are in some serious trouble. Where does such disposable income come from?
Ah hell we are all patterning ourselves after the government, let it ride, right?
We'll figure out the mess we made somewhere or other down the line.
The dealer yelled at me about seven times.
"You can't use the phone at the table." (I was checking the Yankee score. They won again, by the way).
"Don't touch the money." (Sounds like my beautiful wife).
"Are you placing the bet?" (Hold onto your hat, lady, I have to have my chips stacked in piles).
But the interesting thing about it was the guy to my right. He'd lost 3 grand up to the moment we sat down. Still, he was playing at least $100 a hand. I was risking $15a hand.
"Gotta bet big to win big," he said.
"Or lose big," I answered.
He didn't smile.
We were playing a game where you are dealt three cards down and then use the dealers two cards to make your hand.
"I got triple 7's," he whispered.
"You have three 7's dealt to you?" I asked.
Doing the quick math I saw that he would win well over a grand with the hand.
He didn't even crack a smile. Two hands later he won another grand or so.
There was no joy at all.
"Still in the hole," he said.
As he walked away I was sort of amazed. I was sweating bullets because I'd lost a little, then won a good pot only to hand some over to my wife who was losing. I spent the night treading water, but had a bunch of laughs with my niece and her husband. We most likely won't be going back for quite some time.
I have a feeling that the guy from last night is sitting at a table right now, hoping for another lucky hand.
Not sure about the economic troubles either. The place was packed. Not everyone is losing, right?
If they are, we are in some serious trouble. Where does such disposable income come from?
Ah hell we are all patterning ourselves after the government, let it ride, right?
We'll figure out the mess we made somewhere or other down the line.
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