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June 29, 2008
Adventures in Vegas - The 2008 Edition: Volume II
Picture it, the Orleans Casino Poker Room, a Saturday night. Papa Fool and I are at the same table playing Omaha hi/low split, a very fun but often contentious game. About thirty minutes after we’re playing, a Phil Donahue look-a-like sits at our table. He’s carrying about fifty more pounds around his belly than Phil Donahue does, but otherwise looks the same.
When he sits down, the dealer asks, “Do you want to wait for the button or do you want a hand?”
Donahue says to deal him in. On the next hand, the dealer forgets. Donahue looks at the dealer and exclaims, “Why didn’t you deal me in?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the dealer responds. “I forgot!”
“Is it just because I’m a fat fuck?” Donahue replies in a very funny manner.
It should go without saying that Papa Fool and I are instant fans. The three of us sit side-by-side-by-side the rest of the evening and talk and joke the entire time.
Fast forward about an hour. I have the best hand. I turn my cards over one by one to reveal my monster! The last card I flip over is my best card. Although I did not intentionally “slow roll” my opponent – a guy in his early 30s – it sure appears that way. (In truth, I didn’t know which cards were which when I was turning them over. I was just being lazy.)
My opponent did not appreciate what he interpreted as a sleazy way to reveal my winning hand.
Three hands later, he exacts his revenge. After I reveal the second-best low hand, he turns over three of his four cards. It looks like we’ll tie for low. But then he flips over the fourth card. That card beats me. Papa Fool overhears him telling his friend, “I don’t usually do that, but he did it to me, so I wanted to get him back.”
A few hands later, Mr. Young-30-Year-Old and I are heads up in a pot. We raise and re-raise and re-raise each other several times. He finally exclaims, “I think we’ve got the same hand so I’m not going to raise anymore. I'll just call.” We both turn over the same full house and split the pot.
He seems particularly proud of his predicting-abilities.
He exclaims, “At first, I found raising each other really fun, but then I got bored with it.”
“Oh, really?" I reply. "That’s exactly how I felt when I fucked your mother.”
Mr. Donahue bursts out laughing.
So does Papa Fool.
Papa Fool and I cash out and enjoy a great dinner with Brother Fool at Mon Ami Gabi at the Paris Hotel and Casino. We did not invite Mr. 30-Year-Old. We should have invited Mr. Donahue.
Comments
That's hilarious. Very nice that you can joke in that manner with your dad. You guys must be very close!
Posted by: teahouseblossom at June 30, 2008 09:36 AM
*smirks*
I probably shouldn't have laughed at that but I did ;-)
Posted by: LisaBinDaCity at June 30, 2008 05:51 PM
Sounds like a great time in Sin City. Hope that is all the sinful fun you did in LV.
Posted by: ming the merciless at June 30, 2008 11:11 PM
