Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Hot Night at The Trop

Poker players are a funny breed. I’m not talking about the tourists who sit down waiting for their all-in Degree moment. Real deal poker players whose sole purpose when coming to Atlantic City is to find the quickest way to a cash game and cheapest way to park.

Monday night was no different in Atlantic City (minus the rumors of extra shady dealers). The Tropicana had its regular crowd: a room full of no limit players, a handful of cash games and one $5-$10 stud game. However, there were extra good-looking women who weren’t on the clock that night. That should have been the first clue that Monday was going to be strange at the Trop.

First, the boyfriend hit a royal flush, his first. I wasn’t around to see it and felt badly about it. However, I was busy taking care of other things. Being the sweet, sweet man that he is, he waited for me to spin the Wheel of Junk. There were three prizes on the wheel that I wanted. The $100 cash and the Ionic Breeze. Well, that’s only two. I could have lived a watch or something.

Feeling lucky, I pulled in all my Price is Right karma and spun the wheel. If this was the Price is Right, there would be no Showcase Showdown for me. Just the lonely walk of shame as I walk away with a Plinko chip as a souvenir.

I landed on a Trop Poker club shirt. It was a red t-shirt with the logo on the breast. The back said: “In Position to Slow Play.”

I don’t even know what that means.

The night was moving well. TB was shipping it in stud to bad players and getting cranky about it. I was sneaking my card on to his table to get extra comps. It was a normal night.

Until the fire alarm went off. Every person in the poker room looked at each other. They weren't worried about the alarm, but rather thought ‘what is that annoying noise? I’m trying to berate this kid for making a donkey call and the alarm is too loud.’

The table games on the main floor shut down as a speaker came on and said: "This is an emergency. Please exit the casino." Some slot machines were even turned off.

People at the bar cleared out. Gamblers grabbed their chips and left behind their drinks. The slot players spun their final reels before hitting the coin machine.

And the poker players??

Still sitting at the tables. Not a single card player moved from their seat. The alarm sounded for about 10 minutes and a firefighter was even in the room and, still, no one left.

If there was a fire blazing, it was nothing compared to the one in the poker room.

FYI: There was no problem that night. None at least that effected any poker game.

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