New York, New York
First time ever going to a card room last nite here in NYC… after my 3-4x a week boating benders in Chicago, I needed to get some live card room action to quell my addiction, and finally found out about a room. Got there, and it’s a totally legit room… sit down with $250, playing $1/2 blinds. Actually, let me take that back, it was more like a $10/20 table because every hand pre-flop was raised to a minimum of $20, and occasionally, a $30 preflop raise would still keep 3-4 people interested in seeing a flop.
I decide to sit back and play my tight, aggressive game, waiting for a hand…. and it does, when my AQ suited pairs the lady on the flop. Post-flop play at this table is like this: bottom pair is the nuts, middle pair is ample enough reason to push all-in. Good position, original better bets $100 on the flop (total of $135 in the pot preflop after a raise to $15 and a reraise to $45). I immediately push all-in for $200, and after debating, dude calls and flips over kings. C'est la vie, its been fun right? No, I somehow will the power of River God Praveen into my soul and spike another lady on the river. Just like that, I'm sitting on a nice little stack of ~$600. Another couple of donkeys try playing aggressive when I have an over-pair to the board, as well as a paired strong ace on the flop, and within 60 minutes, I've taken that $250 and, shit you not, built it into Sears Tower-like $950.
The plan was to get out of the place no later than midnight, and we would have stuck to plan had it not been for a slight inconvenience. At 11:15pm, an hour and fifteen minutes into the evening, fate decides to river us. Two large thuds and a fire alarm later, people are frantically collecting their coats, chips, anything and literally escaping through the back door, the fire escape, out the window. Within minutes, the entire card room is raided by six rubenesque, donut-chomping donkey law enforcement officers. Thankfully, the guy to my right (an UBER-donkey, think along the lines of someone with Leena or Niles' playing ability, except these guys don't look half as comical) calmly informs me that these raids are only intended to capture the proprietors of the establishment, and not the players themselves. We won't be cited, arrested, or fined. About 5 minutes later, the officers announce that the night is over, and for everyone to get out. I start collecting my chips, thinking that it might actually be a good thing to cash out now so I don't get coolered by some idiot on a back-door two-pair draw. But alas, little did I know that with the officers present, the chips are nothing more than worthless pieces of clay. I lost $950 faster than Terrence overplaying a pair with a straight flush on the board! Thankfully I wasn't like the guy behind me who, hand-to-God, had $5,000 in front him. Just like that, the night came crashing to an end.
In conclusion, it was a cheap but important lesson about the players that inhabit New York City card rooms: they are ridiculously rich and borderline retarded when it comes to playing poker. To which I ask you all, if you know of any other rooms in the city, please let me know. Immediately. I need to win back that $950.
I decide to sit back and play my tight, aggressive game, waiting for a hand…. and it does, when my AQ suited pairs the lady on the flop. Post-flop play at this table is like this: bottom pair is the nuts, middle pair is ample enough reason to push all-in. Good position, original better bets $100 on the flop (total of $135 in the pot preflop after a raise to $15 and a reraise to $45). I immediately push all-in for $200, and after debating, dude calls and flips over kings. C'est la vie, its been fun right? No, I somehow will the power of River God Praveen into my soul and spike another lady on the river. Just like that, I'm sitting on a nice little stack of ~$600. Another couple of donkeys try playing aggressive when I have an over-pair to the board, as well as a paired strong ace on the flop, and within 60 minutes, I've taken that $250 and, shit you not, built it into Sears Tower-like $950.
The plan was to get out of the place no later than midnight, and we would have stuck to plan had it not been for a slight inconvenience. At 11:15pm, an hour and fifteen minutes into the evening, fate decides to river us. Two large thuds and a fire alarm later, people are frantically collecting their coats, chips, anything and literally escaping through the back door, the fire escape, out the window. Within minutes, the entire card room is raided by six rubenesque, donut-chomping donkey law enforcement officers. Thankfully, the guy to my right (an UBER-donkey, think along the lines of someone with Leena or Niles' playing ability, except these guys don't look half as comical) calmly informs me that these raids are only intended to capture the proprietors of the establishment, and not the players themselves. We won't be cited, arrested, or fined. About 5 minutes later, the officers announce that the night is over, and for everyone to get out. I start collecting my chips, thinking that it might actually be a good thing to cash out now so I don't get coolered by some idiot on a back-door two-pair draw. But alas, little did I know that with the officers present, the chips are nothing more than worthless pieces of clay. I lost $950 faster than Terrence overplaying a pair with a straight flush on the board! Thankfully I wasn't like the guy behind me who, hand-to-God, had $5,000 in front him. Just like that, the night came crashing to an end.
In conclusion, it was a cheap but important lesson about the players that inhabit New York City card rooms: they are ridiculously rich and borderline retarded when it comes to playing poker. To which I ask you all, if you know of any other rooms in the city, please let me know. Immediately. I need to win back that $950.
posted by NB at 10:26 AM
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