Monday, April 26, 2010
A new world
I went to the Horseshoe Saturday to play in their tournament. I busted out after two hours, so went to the podium to sign up for Omaha-8. There were four players in front of me, so I knew it would be a while.
"Do you have any seats in $1/3 no limit or $4/8 limit?" I asked. The answer was no, but we have immediate seating in seven-card stud. I said okay, and that's when I entered a brand new world. (Cue the theme music to the Twilight Zone.)
I'm no spring chicken, but I was at least 10 years younger than any of the other players. They say as people get older, they get more conservative, and that's certainly true in seven-card stud.
A typical deal played like this. The low card would "bring in" for $1 and four of five players would call. Raise? Are you kidding? I would say that only about 10% of the hands were played for a raise. Once I raised and they looked at me funny. Then everybody folded! "You have a good hand? We'll show you," they seemed to be saying.
One hand I bet $3 on the river. An old-timer thought and thought and folded. I showed my full house and thought to myself: I wonder if he would have called a $2 bet.
A typical pot was $15 or $20, and $30 was a big one. I think many of them were there for the beat jackpot. I asked about it (always a good idea in a new game or setting). It took four 10s or better getting beat to win it, but they had a mini-bad beat where any four of a kind getting beat would get 10% of the regular jackpot.
There was the usual mix. Some players had a clue, some weren't very good, and one or two were truly awful. A poor old guy two seats from me had only $5 left in chips. I heard him say to no one in particular: "I told myself I wouldn't do this," as he reached for his wallet and pulled out another $20 bill. Obviously, he was just there for fun and had a budget. I was secretly rooting for him, but, sadly, he lost that, too, and left the game.
How did I do? I had bought in for $100. When they called me for the Omaha-haha game, I had $96 in chips. See? I can play with the old farts.
Below: The Horseshoe has this old-time limo in front as a curiosity.
Below is the obligatory bar band.
Images by MOJO and taken with my P&S.