After my big score, Blaz was still alive in the Turbo Knockout. I needed a beer (or two) to calm my emotions, so grabbed a rack of chips and headed for the 2-4 LHE table figuring I’d donk off $20 playing poker to get a few brewskis. Man was I wrong. Granted this was the biggest LHE game going at 2 am on Sunday morning, but these people were awful. Seats 1, 2, and 3 were geriatrics. I sat in the 4 hole. Seat 5 was an attractive young college girl. Seat 6 was a middle-aged lady who was sitting out. Seat 7 was my female calling station. Seats 8-10 were occupied my young men in their early thirties having a heated political debate and paying none too much attention to the game at hand.

Over the next thirty minutes, I was up over $100 thanks to the pretty misses on my left and the calling station in seat 7, and had downed a couple Yuenglins. Blaz busted from the Turbo Knockout and it was time to call it a night. I had been rather boisterous at the table, a combination of giddiness from winning and beer balls, and apologized profusely to the dame on my left. I told her I would leave, but she insisted I stay so she could get her chips back. To that end, I promised to play my last hand blind and would call every raise she made. At this point, the whole table perked up.

The geriatrics on my right posted the blinds. I raised blind UTG and covered my cards with chips. The girl next to me FOLDED! It was $4! WTF! Well the rest of the table couldn’t resist and everyone else called my raise. I have no idea what the flop was, but the blinds checked, so I bet. 3 callers and a few folds, then we saw the turn. I bet and got two callers. The river was dealt and again I bet but only got 2 callers. Seat 7, the calling station turns over T8 for a pair of eights. Seat 9 mucked and I rolled my first card. A 3 to pair the board. Seat 7 anxiously wiggled in anticipation – this was easily the biggest pot these folks had seen all night. I roll my second card, a blank 7, rap the table and collect my chips as the dealer pushes the pot to Seat 7. It was a fun end to the night and I amazingly had picked up $65 more dollars to support my drinking habit.

Back to the Super 8 for a few hours of sleep before check out at noon. Blaz and I awoke and set out to find a diner for breakfast. Believe it or not, we passed on the Mexican restaurant who’s sign still read Hillary ’08 and relied on a tip from a local taxi driver. Teplitzky’s Coffee Shop. Outstanding fresh breakfast, fresh squeezed orange juice and a young waitress who was easy on the eyes. After breakfast, Blaz dropped me off at the Greyhound bus terminal and headed back home. If you want real Atlantic City excitement, sit in the Greyhound bus terminal with $2,000+ in your pocket one day…

Till the next meet-up… later.

Pointledge wins in Atlantic Shitty

Harrah’s $105+$20 NLHE Tourney – $125
Harrah’s 2-4 LHE Cash + $ 15
Tropicana 4-8 LHE Cash + $ 82
Harrah’s 4-8 LHE w/ mini blinds Cash +$ 78
Harrah’s $80 NLHE Tourney + $1,518
Harrah’s 2-4 LHE +$ 65
Total + $1,633

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Well done!

And, eww, you look much better than Jamie Gold. Much better.

Unless you are a total douche, then, uh, yeah you look just like him!