A Short Night at Commerce

I played a session at Commerce on Friday night. Things just haven't been going my way with poker lately. Although I did get unlucky and then lucky on one hand:

I have pocket aces in middle position.
I raise to $25.
Four callers.
Flop: 10-6-4 rainbow.
I go all-in for $100.
The guy after me calls.
The wild player goes all-in for $700.
The guy after me puts his last $100 in.
Turn: 10.
GREAT, I should have known that was coming.
Then I call for an ace and it hits the river.
The other players had JJ and K-10.

That's the only hand I remember winning, except for quad nines. How do I hit quad nines and aces full and still end up a small loser on the night? I don't know. I'm guessing because I suck at poker.



The problem with this short session is that I became extremely distracted by a chick that was standing behind me. Her back was facing me because she was watching another table and I couldn't help but noticed that her jeans were ripped in the corner of the pocket, making part of her ass cheek fully visible (if you were looking closely, which I was). Sadly, this is a turn on. It brings the following questions to mind:

- Is she wearing any panties? If she is, it must be a G-string.
- Does she know her ass is showing or did those pants just tear?
- Is she doing that on purpose to get attention?
- Who is she with?
- I wonder if she's been eyeing me all night like I've been eyeing her?

Yes, when you are folding hand after hand and some hot chick with her ass cheek showing is standing next to you, these thoughts come frequently.

Then some free throw sits down at my table. She wasn't bad looking at all and I've seen her before, I just don't remember when. She was drinking and playing incredibly loose (calling every raise...indication of her lifestyle? J/K) and seemed to suck (indication of her lifestyle? J/K. Whoops I just said that). She had a low cut shirt with her necklace sitting right between her twins. Ten minutes after she sits down, some other nit sits down and starts talking to her. She doesn't know who he is and he's embarrassed but eventually reminds her of the last time they played together. Apparently she left the table in a drunken stupor and went to a room in the hotel with some couple. Sweet. Then she orders a "frozen lollipop" (popsicle) and starts sucking on it. Of course the whole time the nit is trying to hit on her and failing miserably at it (no, it was not David Sklansky). He also writes down EVERY single hand he is involved in. Apparently he is writing a book about his poker life...playing $200 no limit. Vegas already has me as the 10-1 favorite in selling more books about $200 no limit than him. And I'm not even writing a book.

I ended up having to leave around midnight (which sucked) because my squeeze was calling me and arguing with me due to the fact that I promised to pick her up by midnight. So I started arguing with her at the poker table, which is not fun and I ended up leaving, fully tilted thanks to her.

There was actually four of us at Commerce that night. Myself, Corner Sleeper, Young V and Kendy. We were like the bad news bears of poker. I lost, CS lost, V lost, and Kendy managed a small victory.

Going to Commerce reminds me of what a dump Hollywood Park is. I guess that's why I love HP so much. It's just a shitty place where you can go to play cards any time you want.

Oh yeah. I came to work and found out someone hacked my ATM card and made several purchases over the internet. That was pretty sweet.