Re: June Low-Content Thread
Commerce 20 Part 1.
I had never played the Commerce 20 game before, only the 9/18 the few times that I have been of age and moved up to 20/40 a few months ago while up at school. Coming back home to LA, it was finally time to play with the big bad 2p2ers I had read about. My original plan was to hold out my 2p2 status for as long as possible for obvious image reasons.
I went there in the afternoon and was surrounded by LAGgy asians, bad players, all non 2p2ers. It was great! Specifically, there was one mid-aged lady in a black shawl that vexed me greatly. She asked for setup in her annoying, mousey voice, to which the dealer responded "Come again?" because she didn't hear her. duh. Lady snaps back with something like "You heard me. Hmmmph!" For the entire setup period, I stared at her. Menacingly. She didn't notice until the second deck was being shuffled, but looked at me and glanced away. She left up a couple racks. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
As the night sank in, the bad players all begin to leave as I was about an hour from packing it in for the day. This young, attractive girl carrying this LV bag sits in seat 1, gets up and walks around. Then a conspicuous guy gets seated to my right and she starts to sweat him for a few hands. At this point my read is "Obviously, she's not a serious player". Thought about sticking around a little longer with a potential passive at the table.
Thinking he's a hotshot or trying to impress her or something, he has the audacity to 3-bet KQs OTB to a CO raise. He drags the pot, she takes her seat again and starts playing. I make some off-hand comment about how everytime I have a girl sweat me, I lose and feel embarrassed. They laugh.
A few more hands progress and it becomes clear to me that both of our newcomers are that which we dub "TAG". Time to pack up. I go to find some racks. When I come back the guy asks if me why I'm leaving. I responsd "You know that I know that this game dried up when you guys came." He says "I know that, but I don't know that you know that." I tell him to give me a little more credit.
He half-dodges/half-answers by saying "You 2 plus 2?" I respond "sup bro" and he says he doesn't know what that means. At this point, I'm thinking in BBV4L terms(BAN PLZ). We chat a little and asks me if I'm Sailboat. I'm not. I tell him who I am and he tells me he's privatejoker.
Cliff Notes: I met PJ.
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