I played Texas Hold-em last night. Got wind of a game not far from here, with a cheap buy-in. I’d forgotten how weird the experience can be. Walking into a game, cold, especially in that part of town, is not for the feint of heart. Plus, Hold-em is unique among poker games. Community cards, and forced bets, called blinds, changes the psychology of betting quite a bit. In Low-Ball, (what I’ve played most of my life) there is only two rounds of betting, and sometimes its possible to “protect” your bet if you are aggressive enough. Big Blinds change all that.
Anyway, what an odd collection of souls that was. There were pimps, dealers, lawyers, mechanics, cattle rustlers and horn-swagglers. And that was just the women. Every person at the table chain smoked. My eyes were burning when I left. And, of course, there was The Talker. You’ll find one at almost every game. He or she will keep up a running monologue the entire game. This can distract less disciplined players, at that is obviously the point. Sometimes, I’m The Talker. Last night I was pretty tired when I started, so i was content to let someone else annoy the other players.
I busted out pretty early. Like i said, I was tired, so i was very aggressive and caught a beautiful second-place hand, went all-in. (pocket tens)
O/T, but does anyone know an Avon rep? I need a boatload of Skin so Soft. Even with Frontline, our dogs were suffering from fleas, until i bathed them with that stuff. Wow, what a difference.