Seymour Flops
Diamond Member
This weekend, I visited Austin, Texas to celebrate Motherās day with my wife, an awesome mom, who is now being rewarded for growing āem up, and sending them off. Also, to play a little poker.
I was seated at a newly opening table with a tall girl with a short plaid skirt and an Adamās apple two spaces to my right. There were a typical mix of players, except mainly white. In Houston, we have far greater diversity in poker games. But there were two older players (not counting myself, 59), with the rest being in their twenties, thirties and forties. The trans girl was just past college age.
Three of the thirty-ish guys were flirting with the transgirl as much as flirting can be done at a poker table. I donāt know if they had bad eyesight, or if thatās just Austin, for you.
Anyway, that may be important in politics, but poker donāt care what color, religion, nationality, first language you are, or which of the many genders you chose to be. There are some stereotypes, like Asians being degenerate gamblers, and old men being super tight players who wait for aces and then limp re-raise pre flop. They hold true in some cases, but relying on them can get mighty expensive.
The players were quieter than Houston poker players, but when there was talk, it was friendly. Until the trans girl made a bet on the turn and then laughed. I had no idea what she was laughing at at the time. So the older man that she was in the hand with said, āThatās some sense of humor you got.ā Then he said, āAll night long . . .ā Which was weird because we had only been playing about two hours at that point. He called.
I guess he must have made a sour face when she bet, which caused her to laugh.
The river didnāt help him, so when transgirl bet again, he folded. He folded face up to show that he had a big draw with a high percentage chance of becoming a nearly unbeatable hand. Thatās why he called the flop and the turn with no made hand. He would have preferred to see the river for free, and then make a big raise if he made his hand. Exactly what transgirl didnāt want to let him do. She made him pay to draw, as a good player would.
Then the old man stood up and, before angrily walking away with what little was left of his chips, said, āI keep getting it shoved up my ass!ā There was a moment of silence as he walked away, and then the table gradually started laughing. The next hand a player who had been flirting said, āI keep getting my limps shoved up my ass!ā The entire table caught the recurring giggles for a bout fifteen minutes after that.
Iāll never know whether the fact that he was beaten by a transgirl made him angry. My guess is that he didnāt give a crap about that, he just didnāt like the fact that it was an aggressive table, so his weak-tight playing style was a sure loser.
I was seated at a newly opening table with a tall girl with a short plaid skirt and an Adamās apple two spaces to my right. There were a typical mix of players, except mainly white. In Houston, we have far greater diversity in poker games. But there were two older players (not counting myself, 59), with the rest being in their twenties, thirties and forties. The trans girl was just past college age.
Three of the thirty-ish guys were flirting with the transgirl as much as flirting can be done at a poker table. I donāt know if they had bad eyesight, or if thatās just Austin, for you.
Anyway, that may be important in politics, but poker donāt care what color, religion, nationality, first language you are, or which of the many genders you chose to be. There are some stereotypes, like Asians being degenerate gamblers, and old men being super tight players who wait for aces and then limp re-raise pre flop. They hold true in some cases, but relying on them can get mighty expensive.
The players were quieter than Houston poker players, but when there was talk, it was friendly. Until the trans girl made a bet on the turn and then laughed. I had no idea what she was laughing at at the time. So the older man that she was in the hand with said, āThatās some sense of humor you got.ā Then he said, āAll night long . . .ā Which was weird because we had only been playing about two hours at that point. He called.
I guess he must have made a sour face when she bet, which caused her to laugh.
The river didnāt help him, so when transgirl bet again, he folded. He folded face up to show that he had a big draw with a high percentage chance of becoming a nearly unbeatable hand. Thatās why he called the flop and the turn with no made hand. He would have preferred to see the river for free, and then make a big raise if he made his hand. Exactly what transgirl didnāt want to let him do. She made him pay to draw, as a good player would.
Then the old man stood up and, before angrily walking away with what little was left of his chips, said, āI keep getting it shoved up my ass!ā There was a moment of silence as he walked away, and then the table gradually started laughing. The next hand a player who had been flirting said, āI keep getting my limps shoved up my ass!ā The entire table caught the recurring giggles for a bout fifteen minutes after that.
Iāll never know whether the fact that he was beaten by a transgirl made him angry. My guess is that he didnāt give a crap about that, he just didnāt like the fact that it was an aggressive table, so his weak-tight playing style was a sure loser.
