Nerdking's first TR (Last Frontier Casino La Center WA)

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Prologue

I haven't played live cash poker for well over a year now but I've been feeling the bug biting me for the last few weeks. Monday was my birthday and the relatives were nice enough to send me about 180 dollars combined between all of them. My bills are paid off so far this month, so I decided to take the plunge and give in to the urge to get back in the ring for some live limited hold them from the state of Texas.

Northwestern Oregon and southwestern Washington are pretty good for card rooms. 2 hours to the west of me is Lincoln City and Chinook Winds, an Indian casino. An hour to an hour south of me is Spirit Mountain, another tribal run joint. 30 min north of me lies La Center, WA den of sin and home of Chips, Palace, and Last Frontier Casino. After some deliberation with the help of Bravos, I decided to take the short ride up to La Center to play because A.) it was close, B.) it had a decent amount of regulars, and C.) Last Frontier spread a decent amount of games.

So I get a 4 hour nap in and head out around 10:30 fortified with $200 and a couple of cans of Red Bull. I listen to some Coast to Coast AM, I listen to some Mike Malloy, I try to remember not to act like a complete dork and a little while later I'm pulling into Last Frontier's parking lot. In the daylight, from the outside, Last Frontier looks like an Outback Steakhouse



Can I get a bloomin' onion with my rack and a half of white?

So I'm in the door and on the board. Tonight they've got two tables of 3/6 half-kill, two tables of 4/8 half-kill, one 10/20, and one 15/30 game going. I'm poor, lowest stakes in the room, pls. While I wait I make a lap around the room to check out the action. 9 player tables, nice leather chairs. Tastefully dressed dealers all in black. None of the players are particularly interesting. By the time I'm back by the floorman's desk it's showtime.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT THIS EVENING WE HAVE:

Seat 1-the thoroughly dislikeable and utterly spiteful political columnist and closeted transexual, Anne Coulter.



Anne was an off-duty dealer blowing her tip money on 3/6 holdem. She was playing approximately 75/3/0.1 poker. She'd usually limp the pot without bothering to look at her cards.

Seat 2-Senator Ben Nighthorse Campbell.



Who knew the right honorable senator liked poker so much or was vacationing in Washington? Slap some glasses on this picture and this was your man. Dude was fresh off the reservation and couldn't stop talking with Anne about the next pow-wow. Seriously. Apparently Anne was 1/15 Chippewa or some such thing even though she was as blonde as a Swede. Ben was significantly tighter than Anne at approximatley 30/2/0.1.

Seat 3- Michael "the Grinder" Mizrachi



Subtract the "I just got hit in the head with a brick" expression and add a plaid baseball cap and Mike was your man. Mike was playing uber-nitty 25/5/1 poker. He'd coldcall thin but bet it when he had it. Apparently Michael played on Absolute in some tournaments here and there. Good times. Mike had been playing for the better part of 12 hours and left at the end of the night up a rack. NH sir.

Seat 4-Nerdking. Hi.



Seat 5-Petey the Pot Smoking Asian

so called because around the 2 hour mark Pete disappeared for ten minutes and when he came back, inadvertantly exhaled the most pungent, fruity, redolent of serious chronic weed breath in the history of mankind. Petey played something like 30/2/0.5 with a WTSD of 50 or so. There wasn't a crappy hand this idiot wouldn't call down with. We played against one another all night and Petey ended up stuck a good two to three racks. Jesus Christ was this guy in the red.

Seat 6-Jimmy Buffett



add a ponytail and this was your man. Jimmy was your average loose passive card chaser. He'd call down with any piece of the board. I saw him coldcall 3 bets at one point which as we all know puts him in a special part of the retarded fish spectrum.

Seat 7-A3 or Ancient-@ss-Asian. This guy was either Cambodian, Laotian, or Vietnamese and barely spoke a lick of english. The dealer had to set him straight on what the hell to do a few times. He didn't take long to busto, rebuy and busto again. A bet from this guy usually meant top pair or better.

Seat 8-Chester the Chasing Asian Cheetah, or CCAC.



Looking like he just got out of 5th hour physics, Chester looked about 16 and played OK poker, probably 25/10/2 or so. He'd cbet a missed flop and lay it down when he had to. He was a bit more aggressive than he probably needed to be, though. I saw him threebet AJos from the sb. Of course he flopped a J that held up against my AK. Chester's WTSD was stupidly high, he had to have gone to showdown a good 60% of the hands he was in. On the other hand CCAC also caught lucky to win a bunch of hands that got him the kill pot repeatedly. He left with about 3 racks at the end of the night. NH sir.

Seat 9-Comedian and grumpy old man, Mr. George Carlin.



George had been there as long as "the grinder" and was sitting with about 180 or so in chips. He had them all neatly laid out in ten chip stacks, so I could easily count them. I don't know how much he'd bought in for but he was playing some semi-loose passive poker. Probably around the 26/4/1.0 mark. Generally, though, he was pretty unimpressive. He also had a dog at home, a 90lb rottweiler who he liked to feed table scraps to, as he repeatedly asked CCAC if he was willing to give up his half-uneaten ham and cheese omelet. George mentioned the dog 77 times in a 10 min span. Jesus, we get it. You have a dog. It's hungry. Go home and feed it some Purina One or something and quit complaining about how long you've been here...

well, that's the introduction and it's massive. Let's hope I didn't shatter the frame too bad with all those pictures. Actual poker content to follow if anyone's interested as hands were played and lol's were had. Holla...