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they'll drive you to drinking but at high noon? 2010-12-12 - 10:07 a.m. We headed out yesterday at high noon. We're heading down Canal Street when, what, to my wondering eye do I see, but a lady driver drinking her white wine out of her stemmed glass. I know it's New Orleans and all, but come on. A lot of sound and variance signifying not much. I ended up winning a little for the day but it was just your basic grind. At my first table, we had a couple of absolutely horrendous players who were just looking to throw their money away, but you have to have SOMETHING to play with them. "I'm going all in the dark," announces one such, and of course he's called by the lucky dog who picks up Aces. So that's one fish busted and swimming away. It's a game of streaks, and my comeback started when I got two diamond flushes back to back. The first time, I held J ♦ 4 ♦ in the small blind, on a 7 ♥ 7 ♦ 2 ♦ flop. A turned 3 ♦ gives me the flush, and my one remaining opponent struggles to call. He doesn't call again when the K ♣ falls on the river. Now, I'm on the button with T ♦ 9 ♦ and I'm still the short stack with close to $600 or so. 3 guys limp ahead of me, I make it $35 to go, and the "floater guy" who sits immediately to my left calls in the small blind, as does (to my surprise) a nit I've seen do nothing but fold for hours. 3 players. $150 pot. Flop: A ♥ 7 ♦ 3 ♦ Check, check, I bet $85. It's too much for the floater guy, and he folds. The nit makes it $175 to go. Ah, the min-raise, the min-raise, the stupid-ass and oh-so-obvious min-raise. I should have put him on a set right there, but I'm too busy hoping, "Oh brother, if this guy has the A ♦ K ♦ then I'm going to be so disgusted." Of course, I call. You're not raising me off my draw with your mighty min-raise. Turn: 6 ♦ What the--? I make my hand, and now the nit shoves all-in? Now I'm really thinking A ♦ K ♦ but I just don't have enough stack to agonize about it. I'm going all the way with my ten high flush. "I have to call," I say. River: 4 ♥ He turns over a set of threes, and my hand is good. What kind of nit suddenly wakes up and shoves all-in when he's beat? A spazzy nit who got sick and tired of waiting to pick up a hand, I guess. When I'm too deep, I leave the table to eat some picnic lunch and take a stroll along the Riverwalk. It was a nice evening, pleasant, not too cool. Then I headed back and got on a table where I really had a struggle. The funny thing is, I really should have lost more, but one of the players actually took pity on me and flashed me his cards so I wouldn't lose my last $300 on the table. (It's OK, we were heads-up, ha ha.) Later, I got in a hand where I turned a flush at the same time that another guy got a bigger flush. Fortunately, I'd noticed his "acting" skills at the earlier table and, once he went into the big "What just happened?" routine, I knew exactly what was going on, and he made the minimum. I guess he didn't notice that Hollywood didn't exactly miss a great actor in him, because he tried the same thing later on against somebody else and ended up making the minimum with his quads against the other guy's top full house, and that, my friends, truly takes talent. But that's what happens when you've got two slow-playing idiots in a hand against each other. Oh, and for awhile I was playing next to the famous chef, although having made his zillions, he has no intention of letting go of them. By damn, he's going to outfold the competition and wait for quality. If you wonder how he got any action, well, mostly he didn't. Heck, another player actually got to the turn against him and then open-folded his flopped top two. And nobody doubted for a moment that he'd made the right fold. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford