I went to the Gold Strike last night to play in the regular Saturday evening tournament. They weren't holding it because the World Poker Open is still going on. They did have two tables of Omaha Hi/Low $4/8 limit with a kill, however, and the waiting list wasn't that long. Sign me up. I admit I don't really know how to play, but I know more than these donks. Just sayin'.
Most Omaha games are crazy, but, in this one, everybody played like they were high on meth. Players were calling with anything. There was a guy who raised every time it was his turn. "Let's build a pot," he'd say. Another crazy guy who had been raising a lot moved to the seat to his left when it became open.
"Every time you raise, I'm going to re-raise," he said. "I don't care what I have in my hand."
The first crazy guy said, "I didn't drive 600 miles to fold. Let's play some poker."
I wouldn't necessarily call that poker, but so it went. If one bet, the next guy would raise. If you wanted to see a flop, you had to be prepared to pay $20 if it was a regular deal, or $30 if it was a kill deal. I raise. I re-raise. I re-re-raise. You could smell the testosterone in the air.
This led to $300 pots, and was juicy if you hit, but expensive if you missed. Often you caught a draw and the pot was big enough that you had to stay to the river.
The worst player at the table was a lady in the four seat. She would play anything, call all the way to the river, turn over junk and win a pot when she had caught runner-runner or whatever. She honestly couldn't spell p-o-k-e-r with a dictionary, but had a massive stack. Whe she finally checked out, she had to be up $600 or $700.
The lady to my right was about as bad. She had already been to the ATM when she leaned over to me and said, "She sure plays garbage," meaning the lady who was in the four seat. That's the pot calling the kettle black I thought as she played every deal and called all the way. The only difference was she wasn't getting lucky like four-seat was.
I wish I could play in a game like this every day. I would have to quit my job -- the money would be too good.
Unfortunately, I only won around one buy-in. I tried to keep some sanity to my play. This limited my losses, but also my wins. Nevertheless, it was fun and amazing to watch.
The bad-beat jackpot has been hit a lot lately, so most of the players have moved the O/8 play over to the Horseshoe which is next door. The last time it was hit, the pot was bigger than each player's share.
Heard at the table:
A gender-specific answer:
"Do you have the nuts?" asked a man who had called all the way to the river.
The woman who had been betting said, with a straight face, "No, but I've got the breasts," as she turned over the nuts.
From the it-all-depends-how-you-look-at-it department:
A guy made a move on the river (never a good idea at limit O/8), and he was called down and lost. "You made a move!" observed one of the players. "No, I was trying to take advantage of the situation," he answered. Um, [MOJO scratches head] okay.