ok poker fans we are back in marvelous atlantic city for one final day of gambling adventure!!
we check out of the ocean hotel before feeding ourselves some delicious french toast in "the district" food court and feeding the slots in their beautiful casino.
estrella wants another crack at the tropicana's machines and her novio certainly has unfinished business in their poker room. so we start back down the boardwalk.
the lion has skipped town with an unblemished 4-0 record.
the lioness finishes 0-1 but has a great time playing and possibly seems set to share her husband's passion..... until she witnesses the now infamous "village people" game a couple nights ago at the trop.
the lion loved that game for its donkeys while
the lioness hated it for its asses.
thirty minutes into today's 3/6 limit contest and i'm
still looking to see my first donkey of the week at the trop. after hearing about yesterday's loss
the lioness reminded me that if i can't spot the sucker in the first 30 minutes at the table.... i AM the sucker!
unfortunately i'm losing again and these tough limit players aren't looking like they're going to give me too much. they educate me on the local high hand practices so i don't miss out, should lightning strike.
apparently for awhile they used code words from the borgata like l
asagna and
cheeseburger?
"borgata players try to work these words into the conversation (with a wink and a nod) if they (ahem)
need help getting the pot high enough to qualify for the jackpot," a helpful player tells me.
"but here we use something called
the stare" he continues before going on to describe an uncomfortably long period of eye contact.
just then, my first donkey opponent of the week sits down and gets me back in the game when he suddenly raises me with bottom pair after i river trips!
later, the dealer is pushing victory towards me when top pair seems to have somehow held off a board that runs out with four spades. but another donkey has flipped over 63 off suit with the six of spades. an apparently unbelieving table is dead silent and the dealer is pushing me the pot but i speak up and point to the donkey's spade. it stings to go winless at the trop but it was the right thing to do.
up the boardwalk we stop for smoothies at the hard rock before reluctantly heading back to grantville. we do get to see
kelsey grammer
who is in town promoting his
faith american brewing company.
http://www.shorelocalnews.com/kelsey...atlantic-city/
i'm explaining dr frasier crane's run through the decades and time zones (in spanish) as we sip our hard rock smoothies.
life is good.
thank you for reading!
game -18 (3/6 limit)
year -102 (0-2)
