Over a year ago around Christmas I had one of my favorite nights of poker ever. During a long session of 20-40 at Borgata my friend comes over to me and says he's cashing out (he was playing 80-160) and that I should do the same and go have some fun. So I'm up over 2 dimes and it sounds like a good idea.

I walk up to the cage to cash out and he has one of those little food carts pulled up there and he is loading it with rack upon rack of white chips. He grabs one of my racks of red and hands it to the cashier and asks for five more racks of white. So we have this cart loaded up with like fifteen racks of white chips and we wheel it over to the 2-4 table. On the way over he says play as tight as you can for the first down and then we'll have some fun.

We take seats on opposite ends of the table and unload our racks. It took about fifteen minutes of building for each of us to construct massive pyramids of chips on the table. We are ordering drinks and just enjoying the confused looks of the 2-4 grinders. Then the dealers change and Anthony sits down. For those that dont play there Anthony is a really great guy with a good sense of humor. He is a giant black man with a booming voice and infectious laugh. Well he knows us pretty well and he almost falls over laughing when he sees us there with our pyramids and cocktails. He says to the table "ok seatbelt time kids".

First hand dealt we get it capped preflop, cap the flop, cap the turn and are heads up on the river. I bet, he raises, I 3-bet, he announces that I must be bluffing and goes to 4, I claim he's making a move and go to 5, and on and on until we've put 12 bets in on the river and I take the pot down with J high to beat his 9 high.

He pretends to storm away from the table and comes back from the cage with five more racks. We are raising every chance we get and the table starts trying to keep up with us but they are clueless doing things like calling 2 turn bets but folding to the cap or calling all the way and folding on the river when my most likely holding is 7 high. Then on one hand I go 3 bets on the river against this 40 something asian woman who calls my 3rd bet and says "what you got?" I reply "I don't know I haven't looked yet." Which was true. I turn over 74os for a runner runner straight and yell "Yahtzee!" So she starts screaming and calls the floor. She and another nit in the game are now complaining that we're ruining the game. If it's possible to "ruin" a 2-4 game I'm pretty sure trying to dump a few hundred dollars worth of super loose action into the game is not how it's done. So the floorman Bruce flags us and we're cutoff. We rack up and go and upon doing so discover that we are both up, I managed to win over $100 in the game. I throw the dealer a pile of white chips that didn't fit in the rack and that was that until we got to the cage.

My friend manages to dump over the cart in front of the cage spilling what is now over twenty racks of white chips on the floor. I wish I had a picture of his drunk ass sitting there surrounded by over 2000 chips crying from the laughter.

It was a fun night.