“All In…Oh, and a vodka straight up please!”
I’ve never had a problem with drinking folk…that should be obvious. Fact is, I think drinking and even drinking to the point of getting that warm glow is probably a pretty nice experience for most people. It’s hard to deny the metabolic effects of alcohol and based on the amount of drinking that goes on people seem to like this effect just as much as I do.
But yesterday I ran into a situation that made me NOT appreciate a that bit of social drinking that I generally think is a good thing. I’m still, this morning, bothered by it.
Last night I decided to play in a Poker Tournament. There were about 90 folks playing in a $50 buy-in, No-Limit Hold’em Tournament. This was hardly my first such tournament. I used to play a lot more poker than I do now. I enjoy it. I enjoy the camaraderie a the table, I enjoy the rush of stack chips after pulling a large pot, I enjoy the feeling of outplaying someone and I enjoy mental aspect of the game…the way it forces one to be disciplined, analytical as well as judiciously hopeful.
The fact is, I’m not bad at this game at all. I’ve placed in the money in tournaments on a number of occasions.
Last night I won the tournament.
The problem, however, was this: It came down to me and one other opponents. We were about equal in chips. After playing head to head with this older gentleman for about 15 minutes I was pretty confident I’d beat him. At first I thought, "well good for me, I’m out playing this old guy." Then, after watching him do a few stupid things with his cards and betting I realized that he had been drinking.
In fact, he was on his second straight vodka in the past 45 minutes.
He wasn’t a danger to anyone or anything like that. And he was hardly stinking drunk. But it was the only thing I could see that might make him make those stupid moves he did at the table. In other words, I think my victory in the tournament was robbed of the satisfaction it should have brought by virtue of "Vodka, Straight Up, Please!"