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KATG poker night
November 2nd, 2009
Arrived around 4:15. Ray Devito wasted no time announcing to everyone that I was there to ruin the fun. I have this reputation as a card nazi. The reason is because I like to play and don’t enjoy looking down at my Jack/Nine off-suit for more than 3 minutes while people like Ray Devito tell a story about some shit that happened at Sacapuntas or get into a side conversation on the way to urinate or get a beer. Why get together to play cards if you don’t want to play the game? I’m all for conversing, all I’m asking is for a little multi-tasking, a little priority for the game.
And here’s the other thing, when people hold up the game, I’m the kind of asshole who will say “You’re holding up the game.” So, right, I’m a fucking nazi. But play cards, asshole.
So, the water was poisoned early for me, thanks Ray.
Players included Keith, Chemda, Ray, myself, Victor Varnado, Myq and Myqa Kaplan-Fox, Mexican Felix and Alabama Angie, Jeremy the stickler and the rest, all together 11 players, two tables for some reason.
Let me tell you something about Myqa Kaplan-Fox, she’s one of those players who wins a hand and then stands on the table and calls everyone bitches. The word “biotch” was used copiously. I support that sort of behavior. It’s an about-face for me. I used to get very annoyed with excessive celebration. I’ve downgraded that reaction to condescending bemusement. I suppose you have to take your celebrating where you can in this life. If pulling a decent-sized pot at a friendly poker game makes you want to whoop and yell like you’re at a pep rally, then enjoy it with all your little heart. God knows, we’ll all be dead soon enough. Well, not soon enough maybe, but still pretty soon. At least she usually knew when it was her turn.
Chemda, although also a very loud player, makes most of her noise when someone raises when she’s got a drawing hand. Chemda has only two kinds of hands: awesome hands and drawing hands. No folding hands. She folded pre-flop maybe 4 times in three hours. How she still had chips after I was busted I’ll never know. Oh, yeah, I lost by pushing my pair of queens at the wrong time. But that can happen to anyone.
Jeremy is one of these loose-raising type guys. To his credit, you can’t really put him on a hand which is a nice way of saying he plays rags routinely. But that’s how it’s done.
I only played a few hands with Keith, so I can’t really say what kind of player he is. I think he’s kind of opportunistic in terms of position, which is a standard good move.
So, forget all that. I know what you really want to hear about is the food. Chemda, god bless that woman, put out some truly amazing quesadillas with all the right shit in them. Then some true fucking award-winning chili and she made these huge pots of mashed potatoes that stick to your ribs when you just look at them wrong. Thick, and seemingly all-real spuds in pots. With herbs. Wow and damn. Thank you for that!
Great fun was had by all, but mostly by whoever won. I was eliminated by Victor when he slow-played his pocket aces and I over-bet my queens. When he moved in, I was pot-committed. Happens. It was right after we’d combined the tables and I hadn’t watched him play. But then, with a snakey-player like I assume Victor is, I probably wouldn’t have put him on that hand anyway.
When you get right down to it, I’m not a very good poker player. My chief skill at cards is probably KNOWING WHEN IT’S MY FUCKING TURN and NOT HOLDING UP THE GAME, RAY!
As always, THANKS to Keith and Chemda for putting opening up their home, putting out delicious food and hosting an awesome card game. They are the F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgeralds of Jamaica.
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