The views expressed here are from an ex-poker dealer that could step back into the box at any point in time — or not! Sometimes funny, sometimes cold and cutting, sometimes just tossing out a little bit of wisdom I learned about myself while pitching tickets and playing poker for over 30 years, this is an ongoing walk-through of what it's like to sit in the poker dealer's chair – the box.
Some days it’s hard enough to deal with everything coming at you in your personal life and then heading for a job where you have to deal with someone else’s insanity for eight hours – oh yeah, multiply that by eight to ten somebodies at the same table – can send you right to the moon.
I read another dealer’s Facebook posts when a new one goes up about Bellagio high limit and I feel for the poster. Even if you’re made of steel, it wears thin. There is no solution to the grind from the dealer’s seat or the player’s seat. The tangle of energy and emotion that twists itself into a poker game isn’t easily explained unless you’ve sat for countless hours and watched it all flow around you – and drag you into it from time to time.
I still find myself feeling irritated when I remember a few incidents that I had no escape from and knew the only way out was to sit down and put in a half hour of my best dealing abilities just to get through it, along with putting on my thickest skin and reinforcing it with steel mesh and acid retarding properties and throwing up my invisi-shield that kept glaring, hate-filled eyes from burning through everything I carefully prepared to get me through the down.
I’m not sure I could ever pick up a deck of cards again and take the 11th seat at the table. Here’s hoping I never have to. I’m coming to the point in the Beal vs. The Corporation blog posts that I have to make a decision on posting the final one — the one that was the reason I removed all of the posts from my blog. Along with that decision, I also have to find correspondence from Michael Craig and other information that is a big part of the whole story.
It should be obvious to most readers that Andy Beal moved his game to Wynn and Michael Craig was invited to those games and also managed to stay in touch with Beal for some time because Bluff.com ran those stories. On that note, let’s get to the blog posts.
Note that a lapse in the posting dates is due to Beal’s absence from the game.
May 4, 03. I have no idea how the $30,000-$60,000 kids are faring or what the score card reads. Friday night it was Ted F. and Andy. Saturday night it was Todd B. and Andy. Right! You know one of them is always going to be Andy. No news from Sunday night.
May 05, 03. When I came in, it was over for the night. Andy was standing up, readying his chips for departure and Barry was still seated visiting with a couple of people.
They always play on table 7 which is easily accessed, right by the Cashier's Cage. I waltzed up, just like I was invited and said 'hello' to Andy. All of his society chips were trapped in a large, clear, casino chip transport case. He had most of the $1 chips in racks but was still picking up the little stacks he used for accounting. Our conversation went something like this:
I asked him how he was doing. He had a nice little 'energy' flush rushing around him and he said that he had a good day. I said, "Good for you. I'm glad to hear that."
His reply was that I was the only one that felt that way, everyone else thought he should lose.
I said, "That's the nature of poker."
He smiled and said that at least they were giving him a good solid game and that's what he really wanted.
My reply was that there was no reason for him to donate every time he came, it would be nice for him to win too. After all, that's what he's there for.
He agreed with me. I followed up with the fact that all players feel they should win and very seldom ever take into account that their opponent is trying to win also. He totally agreed with that and I wished him a good night and got ready to deal.
My start was table 7. Barry and Andy were gone and a $400-$800 Holdem game, that was already in progress, was moved to my table. It was three handed, became four handed, and Ted F. sat down in an empty seat for a minute. Anything following about Andy is rumor/hearsay what I heard at the next two tables.
Ted was asked how the war was going. When he asked what war, the answer was the Beal War. He said it was round 8, something about $400,000, and still going. Someone else reported that Barry lost $1,000,000 to Andy and the last time Barry played him, it was the same result. They also said that Barry didn't really want to play him again but he might have to.
My next table was $80-$160 Holdem and the conversation erupted about the same topic. One person answered all the queries. Andy played Jennifer yesterday and she 'mowed right through him', winning $2,500,000. The game would run until either side lost $10,000,000. As of yesterday, Andy was down $9,000,000. Andy played Todd today and beat him out of $5,000,000, and coupled with the win against Barry, he was only down $4,000,000 now. The reporter stated that was really a bad beat because the corporation should be figuring that their job was almost done as of yesterday and now a turnaround for Andy would force them all to have to play more.
A bad beat is always figured by the side that feels they are getting it. From Andy's perspective? He probably feels that it's a damn good beat for a change.
Check back for more in this continuing thread.
I am soliciting dealers to join me in this great adventure of writing a history of poker from the dealer’s side of the table. A brief sketch of the details are listed in Table Tango, (my blog) in this post, if you would like to find out more information. I would love to share comments from readers but at this time there is no convenient system installed at PokerWorks to handle this. Send me an email – info(at)pokerworks.com — if you want to be one of the contributors to this section, and in the meantime, I’ll work at finding a way to enable a comment section.