FeliciaLee
10-25-2003, 04:33 PM
October 24, 2003
We were supposed to be at the Oasis Open today, in Mesquite, Nevada. We aren't. I started feeling icky on Tuesday. My game was off, I wasn't doing such a hot job of putting players on hands. I was lucky to end exactly 25 cents up after tips and the rake, lol.
We went home early and I hoped that a good night's rest would put me back to rights. Wrong. On Wednesday I had an itchy throat and a cough. I still played in the Wednesday night hold'em $110 tourney, but I didn't even get close to the money, although we only had 18 players this week.
We rested and slept all day on Thursday. Even Glenn had come down with the cold. We had to cancel the Open on Friday morning. We might still go on Sunday or Monday, but right now, we are sick.
Friday found us feeling a bit better, so we rested up all day and went to play in the Omaha 8 tourney at the Belle that night. I was doing pretty well after the NL portion started, having doubled up my very first all-in hand, but then I was moved to Glenn's table, where I was knocked out my first hand, in the big blind. It wasn't very exciting, the small blind flopped a straight. I had two pair, all royals, a four flush and a four straight. Too many outs not to call, but I got no help and IGHN. Yes, I would do the same thing again /images/graemlins/smile.gif
After I got knocked out, I put myself back on the rocking 5/10 game with 1/2 kill. There were only about 20 names on the list before me, but do you think they could possibly start another game? No way, it might keep them from starting one of their 2-5 hold'em games, and what a travesty that would be!!!!
I watched Glenn until he got knocked out not long after me. The tourney table Glenn was at has a brass rail in front of it. I have a habit of going to one side or the other of this brass rail, and leaning my hip into it, keeping far enough away from the players, while not putting myself in the way of walking traffic.
When Glenn got knocked out, he came to join me at the rail. Suddenly, out of nowhere, RC came up to me yelling. He was furious. I'd never seen him in such a temper. He told me that I was standing too close to the tourney tables. This was hilarious, in a way, because the tourney tables were absolutely swarming with railbirds, some of them literally "breathing" down the neck of players. Since the poker room was so crowded on Friday night, Ward had not been able to control the tourney railbirds, they were just everywhere. I always try to keep a comfortable distance, and never stand directly behind a player's chair.
Anyway, RC started screaming at me about being too close to the players, and citing other times I had done the same thing. All of this time, he is ignoring the railbirds crowded right over the shoulders of remaining tourney players. I looked over to Ward to get some help, but like two weeks ago, he didn't back me up in the slightest, and when he noticed me seeing him watch RC yell at me, he once again turned away.
What is it with me and people literally attacking me in the poker room? Am I an easy target? Am I too nice? Good gawd, RC gave me the treatment, steaming with anger. Glenn and I stood gaping at RC, mouths hanging open in shock and disbelief.
We left the poker room, knowing we'd never get seated in the 5/10, but Glenn went back to try to talk to RC calmly about the way he treated me. RC had caused such a stir, that the railbirds who were hanging over the shoulders of players were looking at him questioningly, wondering why he was attacking me, standing next to the brass rail, a couple of feet behind THEM, while saying nothing to any of them??? One of them made the "cookoo" motion next to his head, and shrugged.
Glenn couldn't get RC to calm down, even after I'd left the poker room. Glenn said he was literally shaking with anger. I don't know what in the world happened to RC, but whatever!
Maybe I took his accuasations of the short buy-in too well last Saturday, and suddenly, he sees me as an easy target when he is angry. People have been warning me of RC since I started playing at the Belle, but I saw us as kindred spirits, suffering silently from a killer disease that has taken some of the joy out of our lives. I have tried to be friendly to RC from the beginning, and I see now that everyone else was right.
I will not tolerate abuse and unjust accuasations. I am through with RC.
We were supposed to be at the Oasis Open today, in Mesquite, Nevada. We aren't. I started feeling icky on Tuesday. My game was off, I wasn't doing such a hot job of putting players on hands. I was lucky to end exactly 25 cents up after tips and the rake, lol.
We went home early and I hoped that a good night's rest would put me back to rights. Wrong. On Wednesday I had an itchy throat and a cough. I still played in the Wednesday night hold'em $110 tourney, but I didn't even get close to the money, although we only had 18 players this week.
We rested and slept all day on Thursday. Even Glenn had come down with the cold. We had to cancel the Open on Friday morning. We might still go on Sunday or Monday, but right now, we are sick.
Friday found us feeling a bit better, so we rested up all day and went to play in the Omaha 8 tourney at the Belle that night. I was doing pretty well after the NL portion started, having doubled up my very first all-in hand, but then I was moved to Glenn's table, where I was knocked out my first hand, in the big blind. It wasn't very exciting, the small blind flopped a straight. I had two pair, all royals, a four flush and a four straight. Too many outs not to call, but I got no help and IGHN. Yes, I would do the same thing again /images/graemlins/smile.gif
After I got knocked out, I put myself back on the rocking 5/10 game with 1/2 kill. There were only about 20 names on the list before me, but do you think they could possibly start another game? No way, it might keep them from starting one of their 2-5 hold'em games, and what a travesty that would be!!!!
I watched Glenn until he got knocked out not long after me. The tourney table Glenn was at has a brass rail in front of it. I have a habit of going to one side or the other of this brass rail, and leaning my hip into it, keeping far enough away from the players, while not putting myself in the way of walking traffic.
When Glenn got knocked out, he came to join me at the rail. Suddenly, out of nowhere, RC came up to me yelling. He was furious. I'd never seen him in such a temper. He told me that I was standing too close to the tourney tables. This was hilarious, in a way, because the tourney tables were absolutely swarming with railbirds, some of them literally "breathing" down the neck of players. Since the poker room was so crowded on Friday night, Ward had not been able to control the tourney railbirds, they were just everywhere. I always try to keep a comfortable distance, and never stand directly behind a player's chair.
Anyway, RC started screaming at me about being too close to the players, and citing other times I had done the same thing. All of this time, he is ignoring the railbirds crowded right over the shoulders of remaining tourney players. I looked over to Ward to get some help, but like two weeks ago, he didn't back me up in the slightest, and when he noticed me seeing him watch RC yell at me, he once again turned away.
What is it with me and people literally attacking me in the poker room? Am I an easy target? Am I too nice? Good gawd, RC gave me the treatment, steaming with anger. Glenn and I stood gaping at RC, mouths hanging open in shock and disbelief.
We left the poker room, knowing we'd never get seated in the 5/10, but Glenn went back to try to talk to RC calmly about the way he treated me. RC had caused such a stir, that the railbirds who were hanging over the shoulders of players were looking at him questioningly, wondering why he was attacking me, standing next to the brass rail, a couple of feet behind THEM, while saying nothing to any of them??? One of them made the "cookoo" motion next to his head, and shrugged.
Glenn couldn't get RC to calm down, even after I'd left the poker room. Glenn said he was literally shaking with anger. I don't know what in the world happened to RC, but whatever!
Maybe I took his accuasations of the short buy-in too well last Saturday, and suddenly, he sees me as an easy target when he is angry. People have been warning me of RC since I started playing at the Belle, but I saw us as kindred spirits, suffering silently from a killer disease that has taken some of the joy out of our lives. I have tried to be friendly to RC from the beginning, and I see now that everyone else was right.
I will not tolerate abuse and unjust accuasations. I am through with RC.