Orleans and MGM

Glenn and I came back home for about 48 hours to rest from the first Orleans trip. I don't sleep well in casinos, and that trip was no exception. I was so tired after sweating Glenn until 2:30am on July 3rd, then playing O8 from noon til about six.

On Friday, July 7th, we went up again. We arrived at Orleans about noon. Glenn tried a couple of sats, but this time wasn't so lucky. He made a nice score at the cash games, however, and kept us positive as far as bankroll goes.

We went over to Rio, saw a few people, got some swag. The newbies at FTP tried to get me to take a virtual picture with the players, and I just laughed. I already know these guys, why would it impress me to have a fake pic with them??? Heck, I don't even like some of them, and would have to black out Matasow, lol ;)

The poker craze cracks me up sometimes. The way some seemingly normal people behave around tournament players is so screwed up. I told Glenn that I should post some bogus stuff on my site, with a ton of links for sound bites that have the Reznor song "Star F-er's" in it. I'd love to have little bites of Reznor singing stuff like "...when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste..." and the whispered line, "ass kisser."

I always loved that song, way before the poker boom. It's amazing how regular people go insane when they meet someone who has been on TV or in a movie. I don't get the attraction, but whatever. It doesn't seem based on talent, looks or personality. Just something about seeing the person on a screen, larger than life, I suppose.

Okay, so we saw a few of our friends at Rio. Once again it was a circus and I wasn't very comfortable in the environment.

I got to say "I told you so" to Katja. She cashed in the Stud even that very next day after I told her things would turn around. I love being right. I get off on being smug and self-satisfied when I see my friends do well, just as I predicted.

But then Jan got knocked out of the day's event, and they were pouting once again. Crazy Germans. I thought Americans took their losses badly. I never saw such hang dog expressions in my life. I kept telling them to buck up.

I didn't see Max anywhere, but what I didn't know is that he was dominating the day's event, a $2500 buy-in NLHE event. If I'd only known what was going on, I'd have been able to sweat his final table. Instead, we got involved in two events over at Orleans on Saturday.

Glenn and I wanted to swing by Excalibur to say "hi" to the WPBT bloggers. Oy, vey. Why do I bother? I don't know. They aren't "my" people. I mainly just wanted to say hi to a very few of them, and I did.

These people don't get me. They don't understand the difference between someone who played poker first, then started writing about it, from someone who has a full-time, regular job, writes a lot, and plays donkey poker now and again. Glenn and I are so radically different from them that it's painfully obvious whenever we meet up.

I once again made the mistake of trying to help some people. They looked at me like I had two heads. This was my fault, not theirs. I can't help but try to coax them into winning, when it is the very last thing they want in the world. Nothing makes them happier than losing everything. Buy-in after buy-in, moaning and whining about their "bad luck," and they are happier than clams. But did I shut up my big, fat mouth about it? Noooooo. I could never be that bright. Glenn either.

Oh, well.

The one guy, Donkey Puncher, did ask me to teach him Chinese. I asked if he wanted to learn straight Chinese or 2-7 in the middle. He looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then I told him he'd have to come to Orleans and I'd teach him. He said that Caesars would spread Chinese. I told him that I wasn't playing at Caesars, he'd have to come to Orleans. I could see the interest drain from his face. If I wasn't going to be there for them, they sure the hell wouldn't come to me.

They take, they take, they take. And they never give anything back.

He did seem like a cool guy, but my priorities are so much different than theirs.

Another blogger refused to sit next to me. He hates me so much that he can't even be polite for a game of HORSE. Jeez, I hate a lot of people, but I can be an adult and sit next to them at a poker table. They are so immature that it's painful.

On the bright side, however, some interesting things did happen at MGM that suprised the heck out of me!

For one, Iggy came and talked to me, and apologized sincerely for our past difficulties. He has balls, that is for sure. I have said many times that I don't care for him, that we clash, but instead of just taking the low road and bashing me on his site or in person, he actually apologized and insisted that we didn't need to like each other in order to respect each other. He also insisted he didn't dislike me the way I disliked him, lol.

He also said some nice things about Matt, which impressed me as trying to take the high road in a bad situation. So thank you, Iggy, for making an effort with such a rude, horrible person like myself. I was definitely shocked.

Maudie also stopped by and said hi. Thanks.

Hoyzano was polite at the table, and caused no problem for me. Thanks for that. Why he is always going after me or Glenn online is a big mystery to me, but I didn't cause a scene at the table. I was having fun and playing the very games I love, so I didn't go out of my way to question his constant taking me out of context or quoting things about me that simply aren't true. I don't care for a person who plays against someone for 30 minutes, then proclaims them as a "bad player" or something similar. No one can watch someone play for very little time, then make such huge, sweeping assumptions about their play. No one besides God is God.

I had a very good time that night at MGM, I'm not complaining. I have always had a good time in person with the bloggers, our lives are just radically different. But it was definitely reinforced that these people don't get me, I don't get them, I don't belong with them, and probably should stay out of their lives altogether. I'm sure they dread the very thought of my presence.

I do just want to say "thank you" to a few people who were there and tried to treat me like one of them, which I'm clearly not:

**Veneno (I think) introduced herself. Wow, what a voice! That could tilt just about any poker player. If I had that voice, I'd try to irritate everyone at my table and use it to an advantage, lol ;)
**Falstaff (funny guy)
**Rini (da man)
**F-Train & Dawn
**Otis
**Pauly (you fake!)
**Grubby
**Maudie
**Iggy
**Hoyzano (you can act like an adult, so thanks)
**Australian guy (what a riot, seems genuine)

I'm leaving some off the list, I can't remember anymore. If I didn't list your name it doesn't necessarily mean anything, I just don't recall.

And to the losers who were whispering about me behind their hands, thinking I was too retarded to see them, and talking behind my back instead of having the balls to approach me, you can blow me. I'm really not that stupid, of course I saw you whispering and giggling, you immature, moronic idiots.

Glenn and I left a little after midnight. I needed to be rested for the O8 event the next day, so we headed back to Orleans.

And that is when I had both my best and worst day ever in poker. I don't even know how to approach the worst of it. I think I'll make two, separate posts about it. One about the O8 event, one about friendship.

Stay tuned,

Felicia :)