I don’t understand it, I tell myself. My kind of gamble is a semi-bluff with twelve outs twice. My kind of gamble is eating the pizza that’s been sitting in the box overnight. My kind of gamble is not equipped for what’s happening in the room around me.
See, it’s rtp online and I’ve not been sleeping well. The beds and pillows are the kind that will eventually pleasure-slap me into a plane-missing coma. But for now, I need Monaco beer and 18 hours worth of work to feel at all sleepy.
But, you know, now I do feel a little bushed. I feel like I could take a little nappy nap. But I can’t, because this room is just too full of action.
No, I don’t get it. It’s electric like a Kansas thunderstorm. It is as sick and stimulating as a bloody car wreck. And my feet and knees are throbbing, but I’m not leaving the room. Hell, no.
Because, this isn’t the kind of thing you see when your home game breaks up. This isn’t your drunk neighbor betting your other drunk neighbor $20 he can hit a three-pointer with his eyes closed.
And, hell, this isn’t even what’s happening behind me. Yeah, behind me, Greg “Fossilman” Raymer is now heads-up with Per “Nemo” Ummer. They’re finishing up a $10,000 sit and go. And Raymer, he’s going to win it. He’s going to win like $60,000 or $70,000 and not blink.
Greg Raymer faces Per Ummer in a pick-up SNG
Yeah, the buy-in to that one was merely ten grand. That’s the kind of kiddie bets they were making at table five. (Later, the boys wouldn’t feel enough of the action and up the buy-ins to $20,000 and $30,000).
No, right now, the action is all Chinese.
Martin de Knijff, Ram Vaswani, Erik Sagstrom, and Patrik Antonius are playing Chinese Poker, and though there is no money on the table, the ever-changing score sheet and the vast amount of attention being paid to it is indication enough that this game is off the charts.
High stakes Chinese Poker
I’m not even sure what rumors to believe any more. Is it $1,000 a point? Three grand a point? I don’t know anymore. I just know that this game has been going on forever. The players have ordered pizzas and they’ve gone through three or four sweaters a piece.
And, really, fuck this ‘one player to a hand’ rule. I’m not even sure who is playing anymore, because it seems everybody and their brother is setting the players’ hands for them. Girlfriends are there. Wives are there. It’s an ever-changing cast of charcaters where the only constant is that this … is….fucking…crazy.