This is a 2 week poker re-cap. Action packed with intrigue, suspense and even a beer catalog.
Last week, we had a meager turn out with Fred “Kirby” Monteiro showing his mug after years (yes I said years) of being on hiatus from our little game. Consorte 305, Luis, myself, Robert and Marcus were also present but the star of last week was Bakerjoe. Not because he won, although he was doing rather well when the incident happen but because his words and actions will echo in our poker lore for years to come. Yes thats right, not since I uttered the now famous phrase to Gus in a game way back when (“You don’t know how much I came to lose”) has there been such excitement. And that brings us to the explanation of what happen.I am going to try to be as objective as possible here. Basically, the Baker went on tilt. At a certain point in the game he stood up from his black plastic chair, grabbed his keys and said, “#&%@ you, #&%@ you, and #&%@ you, I’m leaving” and ran out the door.
Why. The short answer would be that he objected to the actions of Dominican Luis as dealer and rejected the notion that he would not be allowed to see the community cards after the hand had finished. Essentially, Luis denied him a look at the cards as the dealer and I agreed he should not be allowed.
The long answer I believe tells a bit more of how the scenario escalated. See the Baker started playing this game with us 3-4 years ago. Since then the game evolved into a regular weekly event with a much broader group of friends and the level of play evolved as well. By level I do not necessarily mean skill. We would probably all still get reamed at a real tournament. However, we would at least not make fools of ourselves by understanding the rules of Texas Hold’em and why the title of this post is the rabbit hunt. Of course there may be other contributing factors. I tend to get a bit angry at bad plays and I will call them out as such. I am by no means an expert however I have read a couple of books and do watch the tournaments on my DVR every once in a while. I can come down hard on people (I may be the reason the Bus no longer plays). So for that I will apologize. Not that I am going to change my ways just that you should know I mean no harm. I am only trying to improve your respective games.
I do feel that we have all become better players because of this culture and I know we will continue to improve. On to last nights debacle, sans Elmer. Almost every hand played ended with a rabbit hunt or a denied rabbit hunt. It became the new source of enjoyment as we all agreed that the dealer is the person who makes that call in our games. I myself won most my money before 4th street by betting hard. Consorte conned me out of 3 bucks with a 7-2 but later he folded to my high pair only to see his precious Ace in the rabbit hunt after the hand was over.
Rich and I made it to heads up and we decided to split the proceeds. Oh yeah, special thanks to Berto for the brew. We had quite a selection. Here are a few of our beverage options last night:
