Poker - she still plays on occassion

August 24, 2008 | 02:33AM  | maudie dot b - gmail d c | |

The World Series of Poker is almost over. The Olympics is coming to an end. The Democrat National Convention is about to kick off. I played some poker this evening. All pretty extraordinary events.

WSOP

I've been catching a few of the events via ESPN's coverage. I have to admit - I watch to see who of the blogging crew I can catch in the background. Not an easy thing this year since it looks like ESPN did a good job of masking the idle masses on the rails.

I enjoyed seeing Eric Lindgren win his first bracelet. I'm looking forward to seeing the footage of the other "pros" who got their bling this year, as well.

I did not, however, particularly enjoy seeing Scotty Nguyen win the 50K HORSE. That was an absolute train wreck. I tuned in late and missed his chastising DeMichele for, what I guess was, grandstanding. DeMichele got the message, but Nguyen just wouldn't let it go.

The number of f-bombs from Scotty's mouth kept pace with the number of beers he sucked back. His own level of grandstanding was an embarrassment, not to mention inappropriate and (in my most humble opinion) bordered on angle shooting.

Both Otis and Amy have put up excellent posts which address the myth of poker pro as some sort of hero. ESPN seems to be tearing back the mask somewhat this year, exposing more of the reality of some sad and complicated personalities.

Scotty won his bracelet along with an abomination of a trophy that was created to honor Chip Reese. But, I guess it goes well with the bracelet which is it's own piece of gaudy excess. Which may be an appropriate metaphor for the whole world of poker. Gaudy excess.

Ah, but lest you think I've adopted a lofty, better than thou attitude - think again. I play a willing part in the gritty comedy-drama that is poker. The game is cast with an arc of characters who run from the holy to the damned. It's a story on every street with tragedy and triumph walking hand in hand 'neath the dim streetlamps. And it keeps me coming back for more.

Olympics

I will feel very sorry for the Chinese gymnasts if they end up getting stripped of their gold. They are amazing athletes who, no doubt, had little choice but to toe the party line and do as told. Shame on the system that put them in that position.

Why, tell me, do the women beach volleyballers play in bikini bottoms and sports bras and the men in baggy shorts and jerseys? What's up with that? I wanted my eye-candy! Kudos, by the way, to the directors in the command center for avoiding crotch and ass shots where they could - which couldn't have been easy.

Yeah? - shut up. If there's gonna remain a double standard in uniforms, I'm gonna remain a prude. Sue me.

The DNC

I got my text informing me Joe Biden was Obama's second at 2:39AM CST Saturday morning. Apparently, though, someone spilled the beans prematurely, preempting the "you'll know first by text/email" promise of the campaign. Big whoop. Obama is in danger of pushing his grandstanding too far. Acceptance speech in Staple Stadium? What - is Oprah gonna be there or something?

I Played Poker

In the last month I've dabbled a bit online at the micro limit tables on Full Tilt (which, by the way, stopped paying the $50 per month ad fee about a month ago - that happen to anyone else?). I found it kind of relaxing, in a way, to return to my roots at limit poker - the baby tables.

This evening, on a whim, I trekked to the casino to try out the $4/$8 limit game. I was pleased the $3/$6 had been eliminated and I was curious if the play would be any less precarious at the increased level. It wasn't.

The play was just as loose/passive as any $3/$6 table you'd choose to sit. Having played a no-limit live game for so long, it took me a few rounds to get my sea legs. I then played a patient tight/semi-aggressive game. I walked away with more cash than with what I started (no thanks to the luckbox in the seven seat) which made my post game Sonic corn-dog and diet cherry limeade super nice.

I'm booked for Vegas in December and counting the days. No job loss was gonna keep this swallow from returning to the glittery Capistrano of Vegas. No sirreebob.

In a recent post, Otis waxed sentimental about the site of the first gathering four years ago - the Excaliber. A flood of memories washed over me as I read that post. I'm still amazed I made that trip. Oh, how glad I am I did.

I remember sitting at a $2-$6 (or was it $1-$4?) table - the three seat, I believe. On the big screen, replays of the National Rodeo Finals were running. I looked up at one point when a cheer rose up from the back of the room. Otis had raised his arms and was leading a group cheer for Whiplash - the dog riding monkey. This was to be repeated many times throughout the evening. Camaraderie was building and friendships were bonding with each cheer.

As I played on, one or another of our group would stop by my table. "How are you doing?" "Just fine," I'd reply with the grin that appeared the moment I touched down at McCarron and didn't leave my face until well after take-off three days later.

I remember Iggy's arrival. The little imp had a few tricks up his sleeve. I didn't have much interaction with him that trip, though. I stuck like glue to Pauly, who'd taken on the role of the Scarecrow to my wide-eyed Dorothy. But by the time of the second gathering, Iggy'd become a fast friend. Dorothy, the Scarecrow and the Tinman. Heh. I'll end the analogy there... save to say that I have yet to click my heels - I'm not ready for the adventure to end.

At some point this trip, you can find me, along with a few others I expect, at the Sherwood Forest bar in the Excal, raising a glass in tribute to that first gathering and celebrating four years of friendships with the most wondrous mix of people you could ever find gathered together in one place.

I have to quote Otis (modified slightly), because it was - and is - so true:

It was there, friends, that life began to take an odd but fantastically sublime turn.

See you there, I hope.