I decided to play a little live poker at Foxwoods last night. I blame MiamiDon
entirely for corrupting me and making me like live play. In addition Dr. Pauly
gets a shout out for getting me to Foxwoods the first time. It was now time for me to grow up and go to a casino all by my lonesome. It would be my third session playing live poker if you include Vegas as one long session.
So when do I choose to do this? I wait until the day that massive severe thunderstorms are scheduled and I head off right into the heart of them. Why? Because that is how Waffles roles. I am driving down the highway into this massive storm thinking maybe I have made a mistake but being too stubborn to turn around and all of the sudden the wind gusts push the edge of my windshield wiper blade over the side of the car. So do I stop? No way! I roll down my widow and stick my arm out to hold the wiper blade on the car. I mean picture this for a second I am flying down the highway at 60 miles per hour with lightning flashing all around me and my hand out the widow holding the car together. Rain was dripping down my arm and I had the other widow open because the AC is having some issues and it was damn hot. A whirlwind of McDonalds bags finally caused me to have to roll up the passenger side widow.
Finally I made it to Foxwoods. It is truly a beautiful casino. Where Vegas is all lights and glitter the Indian reservation is just a huge hotel surrounded by nature. I found my way to the new WPT poker room and signed up on the waiting list. I was not entirely happy with the way it worked. You put your name on and there was no board or
any way to tell where you were in the list. They had a thousand plasma TV sets laying all sorts of sports but not a single way for me to tell how long I had to wait. The speaker system was pretty good though and it only took about fifteen minutes to get seated on a Friday night with twenty people before me. The room itself is huge and
has widows to the outside so you can see time passing. Of course the 5$ toke they take every hour helps you tell that time is passing also.
I sat down at my first table and could not believe my good fortune. The things that people were willing to get stacked with were incredible. I bought $200 in chips but was informed it was maximum $100 buyin. So I stuck the other hundred in my pocket.
A few of the players on the table were pops and his son Fast Eddie. Pops was a decent player even though he over valued some of his hands. I think in this game that was not such a bad thing. He stacked his son consistently with some of the worse suckouts of the night. Every time Fast Eddie was all in he would call. My first hand of the night was with Eddie and basically his main problem was he did not know how to bet. I had KQc and the flop came Jxx one club. He checked TPTK on the flop and then only bet ten bucks on the turn. However when I completed my flush on the river he was more than willing to call my all in. Fast Eddie just needs to learn how to protect his hands.
Revlon was in the four seat for a while. He was a pretty boy who would give Ick
a run for his money. He had his t-shirt showing just enough of his hairless chest and I swear he was wearing nail polish. He would be my bitch at the table as I repeatedly stacked his ass. I flopped trip tens against his AK and finally put him out of his misery. Every hand we were in he would stare me down and I would put a huge shit eating grin on my face. I love stacking pretty boys.
In the last seat was a decent player and I tried to stay away from him for the most part. He was a little too confident about his play and I used this to my advantage. He raised $15 before me and I decide to disguise my kings a little by raising it $25 more. I was hoping he had a pocket pair under aces and I was right. He immediately went all in with his queens and I stacked him.
It was going better than I could imagine. On my first $100 buyin I was up to a little over $300. It was going so well until SHE sat down. The Black Widow. I would learn her name after a big hand we were involved in. She was there to have fun. A Veneno
type player in the true meaning of the word. She was attractive to look at and I figured it would
be fun to have a lady at the table. Immediately after sitting down she stacks someone when she calls off most of her chips on a flush draw. She then proceeds to flop a set of nines and just tear up the table. In about a half an hour she had me outchipped. I remember thinking to myself "She is on a run stay away". Did I listen to myself? If I did I would not be Waffles.
I look down and see a nice starting hand. Big Slick! A freaking K of hearts. I do not want to screw around with this hand so I immediately raise twenty and hope to get people to fold. I get called by the Widow. The flop comes Axx with two spades. I bet you can see where this is going? I bet out another forty and she looks at me and innocently puts her chips in the pot. The turn completes the flush but I refuse to be scared and I bet out again. She raises me another $50 into a pot that is over $200 already. I have to call. We both check the river and this is where I think she was bluffing me. Nope. She turns over T8s for the ten high flush. I asked why she did not bet the river and she replied in her sweet voice "You scared me".
Do not believe for a second she was innocent my readers. She was there to have fun. Her definition of fun was to suckout on people and make them cry. A true evil if ever there was one. Even her friends that she plays poker with realized this as she told me the name they called her "The Black Widow". So now my hard earned winnings of the night had been cut in half and I was fuming. I admit I muttered a few things under my breath as she continued to get incredibly lucky. I was on full blown Waffles tilt! My face was flush with anger and I started playing poorly. I finally got stacked with 44 on a Txx flop because I was mad and also there was enough money in the pot to try and suckout.
I pulled my other hundred in chips out of my pocket and placed them on the table. I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down and win my money back. I was more than a little upset at the huge swing I had taken. I would soon realize that this table was a HUGE variance type of table where anything could and often did happen.
One of he funniest hands of the night was when the Widow had raised fifteen before me. I declare to the table that I DO NOT want to play ANY hands with the widow and I slide sixty eight dollars into the middle of the table. Sixty eight dollars. Do I get one caller? Oh no. I get called by both the Black Widow AND a dope that does not even get a name. On the flop I push the rest of my stack in on a low board. The Widow finally decides to fold and it is HU between me and dummy. I river a boat and he turns over T8 s00ted. She had ATo. Unfuckingbeleivable. I think if an Ace had hit the flop I would have gone ballistic. She would have loved that. I then threatened her by saying I was going to write all about this and over two hundred people would learn of the Black widow.
After winning that hand I was in a slightly better mood. She yells over that we are even now and I laugh and say she owes me another fifty. It was true you know! Every time we would get into a hand together after that I would take my two fingers point to my eyes and then point to her eyes. I have no idea why. It was fun though. I would like to say I played perfect poker for the rest of the night but I was up and down. Some due to my play and other hands due to suckouts or bad laydowns. Pops got me good once when he had JJ and I flopped my queen. He lead out on the flop and I cold called. An ace showed on the turn and I chickened out. Nicely played old man.
A guy who thought he was a great player lost a hand to the Widow and called her a bitch. I called him Mr. Hat for the rest of the night because he wore a hat down over his eyes so you could not read his soul. I do not think this worked because every time he raised a hand someone re-raised him and he had to fold his bluff. It was comical.
I will say that the Black widow was a hell of a lot of fun. We both had the whole table in stitches at the end of the night. Her friend Dye Job (that was not her natural hair color was it?) came by later and played a few hands. I could feel a sucking out motion pulling at me from their end of the table. All in all it was a really fun time.
I think by the end of the night the Widow and I had come to a peaceful acceptance of each other. I accepted that she was there to have fun and you can not change omeone's nature and should not even try. I fell victim to not her suckout powers but her ability to have a good time and we left it at that. I finally decided I was tired and
racked up my chips. I was up a buyin and a half after a night of really wild poker. I wrote down my blog address for the widow and hopefully she will come by and possibly leave a comment or two. I never asked if she lived around there or was just visiting from out of town but I would love to play with her again sometime.