Talkative Irishman

There's a talkative Irishman (i assume) at the table who's completely decked out in Celtics FC  attire.  Green watch, green reading glasses, green sunglasses hanging from his green striped shirt, and a green ball cap to boot.  He's got the Celtics shamrock logo all over and I can't understand a word he says....its one of those uber thick accents....I really wanna jokingly ask him if he likes Football, but I'm worried that he'll start engaging me and I don't want any part of that.

I Hope He's a Raider Fan

I really don't understand some people, but to each, his own.

Coke

Rose, a Filipino cocktail waitress here at MGM Grand Hotel/Casino poker room, just asked a player if he wanted cock.  I'm pretty sure she was trying to to say "Coke", but it sure didn't sound like it.

Bad Questions

I'm kind of a fan of the bad question; the other day, a masseuse was called over to my poker table whereupon meeting her female client, she asked, "So, you just playin' some poker?"

And today, the guy two seats to my right, after playing for 20 minutes or more, looks up from his tablet and asks, "What game is this?"  Yes, these are my opponents.
  
  

Wisdom

So this morning at Walmart (at 4 or 5 AM), I saw some guy with a large, overt, tattoo running down the top side of his left forearm that simply said,

"

W

I

S

D

O

M

".

Struck me as a little ironic.  I guess I just don't generally think of the tattooed as being all that wise, but I suppose there's no real reason to think this.  To each his own.

It did make me think how weird it would be to see someone with a tattoo that says, "I hate tattoos" or "Tattoos suck"....which reminds me of a guy that used to drive around my hometown in a truck that had "Stop Vandalism" erratically spray-painted on the tailgate.  Pretty funny...or at least it was when I was young.

Getting a Taste of the Nevada DMV

...and it tastes like shit.

400th Session Milestone

So on or about 10/8/2004 I got a call from a friend of mine. He asked me if I wanted to go play some poker in an underground game in Richardson, TX. 1/2 Pot Limit Hold'em was the game; minimum buy-in: $100. I agreed. It seemed so cool -- so bad-boyish -- so illegal. I went to the ATM, held my breath and timidly withdrew $500 from my checking account. I knew if I lost this $500, it would probably be a while before I felt comfortable dumping more cash into live poker.

He got me in and in that first live session ever for me, I won $22 over 8 hours.

My second session was the next day where I won $417 over 4.5 hours....I was hooked.

That was seven years ago. Today, I hit a milestone. I've booked my 400th session -- 400 times, I've either walked or driven to a table somewhere and sat down and played -- seems like a lot.

I'm still playing off that same $500.