Punting my stack, getting bluffed, and lashing out at crybabies

Punting my stack, getting bluffed, and lashing out at crybabies

It's been a good WSOP so far in Las Vegas. The cash games have seen a ton of soft play. Tonight started with having to aggressively put other nitty players in their place for chastising the game for playing the same way he essentially was. Then you got guys agreeing to straddle and coming up with reasons why they shouldn't have to do it so they can get a free round out of it. Then you got dealers paying absolutely no attention as to what the hell is going on. Then you got young cocky WSOP douche bags coming in and clicking buttons. And other randoms looking to call down with any pair. Wass something of a street fight as overnight games are most prone to turn into. Well, I tried. But it was a rough night.

Talking this week's poker tea, some clarifications, and some life reflections

I need to backtrack to some of the recent tales been told and make sure everybody's savvy. Also recapping the previous week's behavioral quirks and impatient arrogance vomited on me and my fellow competitors. And also, yet again, running into a familiar face that doesn't enjoy having time called on her.

I finally angled another player, and I TRIED to make amends with a butthurt dealer

Angle shooters in poker are the dirtiest pieces of shit in all of competition. Some pitcher throwing a 100 MPH fastball at a batter's head pales in comparison to some grimy miscreant trying to lure you into revealing information about your hand by putting forth some conniving tacky little maneuver because they don't have the balls or the brains to even try to win any other way.....but I finally shot one myself anyway. Only for good reason, actually. I'd been wanting to talk to this dealer from lately as well. She got SO upset about something I said during her down recently. Well, it's been weird seeing her since. So I knew I had to at least TRY and talk to her....and try I did...

I really, really pissed off this female poker dealer...but I made nice with a player I was rude to..

I've dealt a little bit of poker. When I got tired of playing for about 3 and a half years, in that time I dealt the WSOP in 2018 and 2019, and dealt a winter series at the Bellagio in between. Dealing poker pays pretty good and is relatively fun, but is about as thankless as a job can get. And you HAVE to be okay with that. I like two things. Well, it's more than two. But I'll just name two of them. One is dealers who tend to keep quiet and just focus on the job. The second is I like being a smartass. But if the dealer is competent and can do their job without slowing things down and distracting themselves so they can solicit for tips by selling their winning personality to players, I'm not gonna faint should they interact with the players a little bit. Well, recently we had a dealer who wanted some conversation circulating at the table, and I surely obliged her in my way, which, turned out to not agree so terribly well with her. But I did at least square things away with a player I had unfairly insulted just a few days earlier. And we hit on some recent hand history highlights as well.

Probably the biggest pot I've ever won at 2/5 during a week of mania

Here are the wild hand history highlights from 5 winning sessions during the week of May 19-23. Two of which were in the six biggest wins I've ever had at 2-5. Yahtzee