Dealing with a poker jerk

Well, my plan to make money playing poker while here in Fresno didn’t work. It seems I couldn’t lose money in Washington and I can’t win money in California. I know it has nothing to do with any state, except the state of variance. Which, I am now in, and I hope to get to the other state of variance.

I drove out to the Palace in Lemoore, California and played 1/3 no-limit. There were some good players there, and I had good second best hands. Which means it was an expensive poker session.

I made it to 13th in the tournament and my Pocket Aces went up against pocket 10s and a ten came on the river. That one “hit me in the gut”, I really was playing well, with sharp focus and thought I was going all the way.

I don’t know if that one put me on a “slow burn tilt” or not. I walked for about 15 minutes in the parking lot to get back in a “winning poker” state of mind. Then, I went back in and got outplayed in one hand. Then I participated in a “donkey play” where I caught my gut shot straight, not even thinking about the flush draw on the board. I also somehow didn’t even notice, that I was up against “Rocky the Rock”. My straight card completed his flush, and I was down and out all the cash I had brought.

The next night in Club One in Fresno with a wild loose table I tripled up by buy-in and lost two river suck outs. I pushed in my last $80 on an open ended straight and was called by a bottom pair. No straight came, pair won. A few minutes later, I was driving home through the valley of discouragement.

I thought I had come further in my development as a player to let three in a row losing sessions get me down, but I “fell off the wagon” and let myself wallow in the mud of despair for awhile.

Yesterday, I drove out through the country and played at Chuchchasi Casino up by Yosemite. I call it “Chucky-cheese” casino. They only had 2/4 limit, so I played a couple of hours, had fun, remembered how to enjoy poker and then left for Table Mountain Casino. I heard they had more tables, bigger jackpots, and no-limit.

The first two items were true, but the no-limit is only on weekends. I played 3/6 limit and went up and down for the evening hoping to receive the high hand for the hour. It was a special promotion night, and the high hand every hour received $300. No high hands, for me, but I left up $16. That windfall, and the eight dollars, I won at Chuck-Cheese Casino brought my winnings, equal to the cost of the gas I spent to get here. Oh, it also paid for a dinner of onion rings and coffee, so I guess I am a winner after all.

I did have my revenge on the poker room jerk. You know the type. He locks up a seat with a chip. Then comes back about 10 minutes later and sits down and waits for the blinds to pass. He plays one round without having to post, then gets up and walks away from the table for 3 rounds. Just when they are going to pick up his chips, he comes back, posts and plays one round. Then he is gone for 3 rounds.


For those of you that don’t know poker very well, in a limit game, when a seat is empty it hurts all the rest of the players. The blinds do not decrease, and there is less potential money in the pot. I complained to the dealer about this rude, disrespectful behavior to me and all the other players at the table.

The dealer just shook his head and said “He couldn’t agree with me more, but the old, grumpy, player was a regular and nothing would be done about it.

I told him I understood, but please call the floor man because I wanted to register a complaint about the player, and if enough players did it, maybe something would be done. I also said, from the looks of that player, I would guess he is not a big tipper either.

The dealer almost choked back his laughter, but it got out.

The floor man was on break, but he promised as soon as he got back he would send him over. The other players started agreeing with me and I suggested every time he did that everybody needs to complain and eventually something would be done.

When he came back and sat down, I turned to him and asked “Will you be staying awhile this time?” He muttered, “you never know”. I stared at him for a few minutes knowing most bullies are cowards and he quickly broke eye contact.

The dealer had moved on to another table, but I saw him talking to the floor man, who had returned from dinner, and he sent him over as promised. He approached me and said “You wanted to see me?”

I said “Yes, I have a complaint against this player, indicating the player on my left. In the last hour he has played one free round, paid for one round, and missed 5 buttons. That is both rude and disrespectful to the table. I request you ask him not to abuse the privilege of taking a break or give me a table change. He quickly said “I will get you a table change, right away sir.” The jerk started arguing I was only gone 20 minutes, the player to his left, told him he was gone almost 45 minutes. The jerk was starting to squirm a little. I guess he was used to nobody talking to him about his behavior.

The floor man came back instantly, and said I have your new seat. “I said good luck to the rest of you.”

I glanced back a few hands later and noticed he had done it again. His chips were there and there was already one missed blind indicator at his place.

Later, I talked to the floor man about it, and he said to me, “Me and every dealer here agrees with you and hates that he does that, but there is no rule against him doing it I said I understood, the situation, he was in, but there is the “purpose for the rule” and the “law of the rule”. When the purpose is being abused, and it is hurting other players, you need to either get a rule in place to handle it or use your authority to pick him up, and put somebody else in his seat etc. He sadly, shook his head, and whined “you are right…but, there is nothing I can do……” I thanked him for his time, and said good luck, and decided to head home and enjoy being with my daughter and son-in-law before I needed to leave tomorrow. I felt sorry for the other players, who had to deal with this kind of attitude night after night and that nothing would be done about it. I just hoped others would speak out until this one injustice would cease.

If enough of us speak to the person in charge, and speak to the offender directly, we can get this stopped, rather then be victimized by a few rude jerks that continue to disrespect others at the table in this way.

Selective, assertive, action is better poker then “crying stations”. Speak out for your rights fellow players!