I’m as mad as hell right now, so brace yourselves for a rant. I’m angry about something I witnessed at a poker table recently — and I’m about to tell you about it. My hope is that maybe, just maybe, some of the people who committed this egregious breach of conduct will read this and learn something. If so, my column then will have accomplished what was intended. If not, then perhaps other people out there reading this will think about their behavior and actions at the poker table and how they affect others.
Let me tell you a story. This incident took place in one of Las Vegas’ nicest Sbobet Indonesia poker rooms. I was sitting in a $15-30 holdem game on a Friday night. The room was completely full that evening — with a good mix of locals and tourists, pros and amateurs alike.
Unfortunately, the game I happened to be in was not very good. There were no smiling faces. No conversation between the players. No one giving or getting much action. In fact, it was even by Las Vegas standards — a bad game. Just as I was getting ready to request the table change and rack-up my chips and move on to greener pastures, something interesting happened. And here’s where my story really begins.
A well-dressed gentleman approached the table. He was carrying two full racks of red chips (and a few assorted greens) in his right hand. I estimate he had about $1300 in front. The man spoke with a heavy accent. In the other hand was a large crystal goblet filled with some kind of bronze alcoholic beverage. Let’s just say that if ever there was the stereotype of a Vegas weekend “tourist,” this was the player that fit the description to …