Spent a few days in Palm Springs on business earlier this month which led to a poker bender at a local casino there. I started out playing 100-500 buy in NL, and was doing well-very well actually. By the 3rd night, I was up about 2400 in 12-18 hours of play. I was unbeatable...probably busted about 10 guys out the 2nd night. On to the 3rd night. I'm playing 100-500 buy in again, and am up maybe 100 or so. Pretty uneventful, and a tight-but very aggressive table which basically evolved into me & a few of the local sharps with one other out of towner.
One thing leads to another, and several of us end up starting a 1k-5k buy in NL game. Fun game, good people....lot of chatter going on-one of those poker games where everyone is smiling & having a good time messing with each other and no one is getting hurt too badlly.
Then walks in "Ozzy" or "The Oz" as he's known around there. The guy looks like a mess. Either a long term burnt out hippy, or a guy who found out about meth a long time ago. Regardless, I get the heads up from the locals that this guy is the real deal. Two actually left the table before he sat down-one of which mumbled "I'm not playing this fuck".
Long story short, he sat down with the full 5k buy in (Mistake #1-I bought in with 2k...big mistake) and started throwing his weight around. He caught some serious breaks, everything went his way. I couldn't believe the cards he was pulling, but he was pushing hard enough to keep me out of most of the pots.
It took about 5 hours, but he eventually cleaned me out of my 2 dimes, and about a total of 17-20K from the table by the time I left. No way he pulls this shit all the time, but he was the feared "local pro", and he beat everyone's ass just like they expected him to.
I'm still going to hook horns with him next time I'm out that way-Despite the schooling that he issued to that table.
One thing leads to another, and several of us end up starting a 1k-5k buy in NL game. Fun game, good people....lot of chatter going on-one of those poker games where everyone is smiling & having a good time messing with each other and no one is getting hurt too badlly.
Then walks in "Ozzy" or "The Oz" as he's known around there. The guy looks like a mess. Either a long term burnt out hippy, or a guy who found out about meth a long time ago. Regardless, I get the heads up from the locals that this guy is the real deal. Two actually left the table before he sat down-one of which mumbled "I'm not playing this fuck".
Long story short, he sat down with the full 5k buy in (Mistake #1-I bought in with 2k...big mistake) and started throwing his weight around. He caught some serious breaks, everything went his way. I couldn't believe the cards he was pulling, but he was pushing hard enough to keep me out of most of the pots.
It took about 5 hours, but he eventually cleaned me out of my 2 dimes, and about a total of 17-20K from the table by the time I left. No way he pulls this shit all the time, but he was the feared "local pro", and he beat everyone's ass just like they expected him to.
I'm still going to hook horns with him next time I'm out that way-Despite the schooling that he issued to that table.