Last Poker Tournament of the Summer

July 28th, 2006

While at work today Chris was giving me some grief over not having been over there for a while. I tried to smooth stuff over as well as I could. I pointed out that I would be back there for two weeks in August. He seemed to be a little better, but I think that he is going to put some pressure on me to be over there a little more often.

The plans for the evening is to play poker and be on call at the fire department. I went down to the fire department and we did our rig checks and a little bit of this and that. The poker game was set to start at eight o’clock. I got up there on time, but they had already started. I had missed one blind. I sat in and ate my fast food as I played card. I got a run of three back to back to back hands of good cards. My last one was a pair of pocket aces. After that run it was pretty quiet on the cards front, but I had build up a pretty good stack. After about an hour I got called away on a call. I had to leave and hope my stack would support me. We transported to the hospital, but everyone knew I was in a hurry so we did not hang out at the hospital and chat with the ambulance guys like normal.

I left to get to Mike’s. I pulled into his new apartment complex’s driveway when another call came out. I flipped a bitch and went to the station. It was a code run. We went to Beasley for breathing problems. While waiting to find out of the we would transport, we got called to a car accident.

We ran to rescue and Chuck said that I could drive. I told him okay, then went to the back of rescue to get my turnouts on. I think he thought I was just putting up the chalk. After waiting for a few seconds and noticing the back door light was open him and Tyson came over to get their stuff on too.

It was a bravo call, so rescue does not necessarily go code, however I pointed out that SOP’s are not laws, but guidelines and that I could articulate a reason for us to go code. Really we were the closest to the scene and that we would be first on scene therefore us going code will get us to the scene to check for injuries.

When we came upon the Grand and Stadium Way intersection the Ambulance was going code down Grand. We got out in front of them by about a block. We led in to the scene. It turned out to be non-injury. We got cleared and went to the Deuce. I quickly made my way to Mike’s.

When I pulled in Mike said I was on the bubble for the money. Only the top-two get paid and I am sitting at number three without much money due to being blinded. I got up there with about two-thousand in chips. The blinds were three-hundred/six-hundred. Andy said they were working as fast as they could to knock me out by blinding me. With only two people it did not take long for the blinds to come around to my stack. Andy thought that if I had been another ten minutes I would have been blinded out of the tournament.

I played and won a couple hands doubling myself up. But I was out numbered by nearly ten times. The other two had about forty-thousand each, and I was sitting around four-thousand. I found a good hand with top pair and a good kicker. I went all in and we called by the bottom pair, which was three’s. On the turn another three came out and that was it for me.

We shortly thereafter went to a cash game and I won back my lost tournament buy-in money as well as some extra pocket change. We quit playing around two in the morning. I went to my office and did some stuff on the new computer. I was floating around MySpace. I found a guy in my high school class who is gay. I don’t think we really suspected that in high school, but he was not one of the more popular kids around.

I always think about something that one of my old teachers, Aden, said. By your ten-year reunion about ten of the people in the class will have come out as gay. He was wrong about that, but I think he is right there were several gay people in my class no one knew about.


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