Subject: Satellites, Sweaters, and Sevens, an ADB Tale From: "DaVoice" Newsgroups: rec.gambling.poker Date: Mon, Jan 7, 2002 6:41 PM Message-ID: Satellites, Sweaters, and Sevens. Saturday 1/5 *** Act I, the decision *** After hours of toiling (unsuccessfully) with the wonderful UUNET dial-ups in Tunica and attempting to "make up" for the technically destroyed Friday Night Poker show on Saturday my fellow ADB's Fich, Kfish and I decided to head over to the Gold Strike to get some interviews on tape for the next week's show. After being called a few choice names by the Kfeeshy one for calling "shotgun" and using my obesity and bad knee as the trump card we squeeze ourselves into the "Chick Magnet" (saturn) in which Fich and I traveled to Tunica. Hartman looked like a half broken pretzel with knees where his chin was supposed to be, and off we roared! (ok, it was a Saturn... off we rolled) The 2 mile drive was a pleasant mix of cigar smoke and an endless stream of expletives about the back seats of Saturn's not being made for anyone over the height of 4 1/2 ft. Thank God we had no Kayaks. Upon our arrival at the Gold Strike we could see a person in a suit and tie trying to run away to the corner and hide, so naturally, we HAD to investigate. To our surprise (heh) this was the one and only MARGE III Best All Around Player, the one and only Gary (...) Phillips who did his best to look happy to see us. Immediately (if not sooner) we greeted Gary in the expected customary poker player fashion saying "Gary, can ya hook us up for the buffet?", of course, he did. Off to the buffet we go! (blackened prime rib and king crab legs whoo hooo) *** Act II, Dinner anyone? *** While in the WPO buffet we were joined at our table by a couple of foreigners (they had accents, I pick up on these "tells") Actually we knew who they were, and they pretended to be amused by the "ugly Americans" they were dining with. Ok, so we knew 'em, and we asked them to join us at the communal tables (that seat 12 or 14 people) Mark Napolitano (PokerPages) and David "The Devilfish" Ulliot. The five of us enjoyed the company while all the time I was fighting with the crab legs that just would not cooperate! (sorry about the spraying crab juice Mark). After supping, Devilfish rushed back out to the side game that he was in, and the rest of us retired to the smoking area to enjoy a fine cigar. Food devoured, cigars smoked down to the roach-clip sized nubs, we decided that we'd arrange the interviews for the show at that time, and actually DO them the next day. Before we leave the "smoker" Terry Severin (director of poker for Casinos Europa) walks near and we exchange hand-shakes and talk of the "good ol' days" when Terry ran the Biloxi Belle (1992) and I played there daily. Terry regaled us with stories of women, volcanoes, women, butterflies, women, beaches, women, poker and women of Costa Rica, where Fich and I will be going at the end of February. *** Act III, The Syndicate *** About then, Kfish said he wanted to play in a satellite....DING! I'm ready for one, and we decide that all 3 of us will put up our buyins and play on 3 different tables and split the proceeds. Three bust-outs and 12 bad beat stories later Fich and Kfish decide to play another. It is getting late (around 11 pm) and they're not going to start any more satellites after midnight, so they talk me into joining what was to be the last satellite of the night. I put my jacket and coffee down in the 3 seat, draw a card for seat assignment, and it's the 3... DING! Things may be looking up. Fich motions for Kfish and I to join him at one end of the table and proceeds to be the "dealmaker" between the syndicate. We decide to all share 20% of each other but NO SOFT-PLAYING. Ok, lets do it. *** Act IV, The Sweaters *** Serious play begins, and this looks to be a tough NLHE satellite, with no one really risking much early on. I pick up AK in the BB the Calling Station (CS) two seats to my left has amassed a good number of chips limps in, the aggressive woman (AW) player to his left raises about 2x the pot. All fold to Young Guy (YG) on the button, who comes over the top for double AW's bet. I muck. CS actually *folds* which is a huge surprise to all at the table. AW calls, it gets checked down from there, big pair beats big pair, no harm done. Next hand in the sb I pick up AdTd CS calls UTG all fold to Kfish who bets the pot, I come over the top for all my chips....or did I?... I forgot the one on top of my cards...D'oh! I say to Kfish, If you're gonna call me, just raise me the $5 I have left and let me leave with dignity, he obliges, but NO, wait, I win the pot!!! wooo hooo! Very next hand, I'm on the button and again pick up AT, Kfish limps, all fold to me I raise around 2x the pot, CS calls, AW and Fich both fold in the blinds, and Kfish calls. Flop: 8T2 rainbow CS checks, Kfish checks, I bet $100, CS calls,remember the "no soft-playing agreement"? It is being respected. Kfish calls all-in. Turn: 5 of whatever the 4th suit was CS checks, I bet $100 again CS calls all in. River: 4 CS shows an 84o for 2 pair on the river, buh-bye Kfish (who ALSO had AT) Kfish comes over, gets a cigarette from me and goes to the smoking area to cool off. When he returns he has Nolan Dalla in tow..DING! 4 ADB's in one very small (once very quiet) area. No significant hands for a while, then Fich takes a bad beat and also exits. My traveling companions and Nolan have now become the "ADB Cheerleaders" and we're having a very good, yet very loud, boisterous, fun time at my end of the table. Nolan asks if I mind if he sweats me, I reply, Hell no, the more the merrier, and he pulls a chair up behind me and I peel the corners up just high enough that he can see my hands. One-liners and uproarious laughter are now par for the course, as my sweaters are entertaining themselves and me while I continue to play. Very shortly we find ourselves down to 3 players. AW, YG, and me. There are 80 $25 chips in play and I have a grand total of FIVE (5) of them. At this point, I decide to shoot off a one-liner of my own. I ask the dealer to hold on for a second and with as straight a face as possible I get the attention of the two remaining players, lift up my 5 chips and say: "I'm only going to offer this ONCE, I'll give each of you $75 to walk away right now" Even the dealer, the other observers and AW and YG end up busting a gut and back to the game we go. I'm on the button. *** The Hand *** I've already decided since the blinds are 2 and 4 chips If I find ANY paint card I'm going in on this hand. I squeeze the cards and take my time (adding to the drama..lol) I have A7o and boldly declare "I'm moving all in". AW raises to $400 and YG folds. "Turn 'em up" says the dealer... I proudly display my A7o and say "good luck" to AW who says something unintelligible and slowly rolls over her AA DOH! DOH! DOH! was heard from directly behind me as the cheering section comes to life. With Nolan leading the cheers, COME ON SEVENS! The flop has a SEVEN....woooo hoooo, I'm only about a 20-1 dog now, I like this development! The chanting begins, SE VEN, SE VEN, SE VEN The Turn is a Q The chanting gets louder, SE VEN, SE VEN, SE VEN The river........................................ SEVEN! DING! I'm alive and go on to win the lammer, but having to give up some equity to AW and YG. At this point I'm exhausted, so back to the hotel we go, pausing for an hour in the fireplace lounge for a victory cigar with Fich and Kfish. That's enuff for now... next part Wednesday. Wayno is not the ONLY one who's busy on Tuesdays ya know. -- Rick "ADB DaVoice" Charles http://www.voiceofpoker.com The Voice of Poker on the web