Post by Sin City Saint on Jul 8, 2005 18:26:02 GMT -5
It is around 8:30am in the city that never sleeps. Seated in second position at the 2/4 tables of the Palms casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, is "The Sin City Saint" Eddie Towne. Dressed in faded jeans and a grey t-shirt reading "It Isn't Cheating....Unless You're Caught", Towne rifles his chips and brushes away a portion of his dirty blonde hair. He reaches to his left and picks up his bottle of Heineken and takes a drink. He places the glass back down, awaiting some competition.
It might be a little too early for a game right now, but they say Vegas is the city that never sleeps. Might be true, considering I haven't seen the sandman in over 24 hours now. But when you are on a roll, you don't dare leave the tables. And according to the chips, stacked here in front of me, I am up almost 3000, right now. Its that age old adage; "Know when to hold them. Know when to fold'em." I guess thats how I found myself here. I'm not talking about Vegas or about The Palms. I'm talking about TWA. I have spent my career traveling around this country, working every dive bar, horse $hit laying barn, and side show carnival from the east to the west, north and south. Now I have landed in TWA.
A middle aged man takes a seat in front of Towne. Towne sits up in his seat and smiles towards the man. The man has a small stack of chips, maybe $1000 and lays out of the big blind. The dealer deals 2 cards, face down to both players. Eddie looks down at his cards, 7/4 off suit hearts and spades, worst hand in poker. Eddie's head peers up from his cards and looks across the table. The man sitting across from him, checks his cards and clears his throat. The man wipes his brow for a moment and does not make eye contact with Towne. Towne smooth calls. The dealer deals 3 cards face up. Jack of spades, Ace of hearts, 10 of hearts. Eddie checks. The man bets $250. Eddie ponders the bet for a moment. He checks his cards and calls. The river comes, 5 of hearts. Eddie checks again and the man smiles. Feeling, like he has the best hand. The man makes another $250 bet. With over half his stack committed to this pot, the man feels he can force Towne out right here. Eddie takes a deep breath and confidently pushes all his chips to the forefront.
All In!
The man sitting across from opens his mouth slightly, his eyes engorged. He scratches his forehead, then checks his cards. He has to wonder if that third heart gave Eddie the nutz. The tension rises, as the man knows all his money could be on the line. He knows his vacation rests upon this decision. If he loses, he will have to go home early. He gets no extra day. He knows that if he folds, he will at least have enough to get back on the black jack tables and try and win his money back from the poker loss. Tension continues to mount, as the man checks his cards again and Eddie stares a hole through the man, like a laser. The man reluctantly folds his hand. He sighs and stands up. He grabs the remaining chips and turns his cards over. He shows Jack of clubs, King of clubs. The man walks away from the table, as Eddie scoops up his chips. He turns his cards over for the dealer to see. The dealer shakes his head and smiles.
That guy just didn't know when to hold'em I guess. Just a stare, a confident all in announcement and I had that guy....on tilt. Thats all it takes. Perception is reality. Its my reality. I perceive some of these guys in TWA to be jokes. For instance, look at this guy called Fa Sho. Fa Sho? You ain't Fa $hit! A tall girl thingy? What are your 6 years old? You sit there and rattle off insults towards others, but unfortunately for you, all it has done is make you look like a total ass. It makes you look like the tall girl thingy! And then you go on and on about gays. Are you homophobic? Do you fear another's chosen sexuality? Sounds like you're the faggot! Sounds like The Chose One might have have chosen an ass whoopn'. Don't let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash!
Eddie finally finishes stacking all his chips in front of him and takes another drink of his Heineken.
Enjoy those cigs for now, Fa $hit. Cuz in the not so distant future, you might have to step into the ring with "The Sin City Saint". And you might look down at your cards and find a small pair. God knows that happens every morning for you, looking down and finding a small pair. Step into the ring with me, I swear you'll need something better than a small pair.........Saint's Honor.
A few guys ranging from young to old, begin to take seats at Eddie's table. Eddie sits back up in his chair and begins to rifle through his chips again. He brushes the hair from his face with his hand, as the dealer begins to deal the cards.
It might be a little too early for a game right now, but they say Vegas is the city that never sleeps. Might be true, considering I haven't seen the sandman in over 24 hours now. But when you are on a roll, you don't dare leave the tables. And according to the chips, stacked here in front of me, I am up almost 3000, right now. Its that age old adage; "Know when to hold them. Know when to fold'em." I guess thats how I found myself here. I'm not talking about Vegas or about The Palms. I'm talking about TWA. I have spent my career traveling around this country, working every dive bar, horse $hit laying barn, and side show carnival from the east to the west, north and south. Now I have landed in TWA.
A middle aged man takes a seat in front of Towne. Towne sits up in his seat and smiles towards the man. The man has a small stack of chips, maybe $1000 and lays out of the big blind. The dealer deals 2 cards, face down to both players. Eddie looks down at his cards, 7/4 off suit hearts and spades, worst hand in poker. Eddie's head peers up from his cards and looks across the table. The man sitting across from him, checks his cards and clears his throat. The man wipes his brow for a moment and does not make eye contact with Towne. Towne smooth calls. The dealer deals 3 cards face up. Jack of spades, Ace of hearts, 10 of hearts. Eddie checks. The man bets $250. Eddie ponders the bet for a moment. He checks his cards and calls. The river comes, 5 of hearts. Eddie checks again and the man smiles. Feeling, like he has the best hand. The man makes another $250 bet. With over half his stack committed to this pot, the man feels he can force Towne out right here. Eddie takes a deep breath and confidently pushes all his chips to the forefront.
All In!
The man sitting across from opens his mouth slightly, his eyes engorged. He scratches his forehead, then checks his cards. He has to wonder if that third heart gave Eddie the nutz. The tension rises, as the man knows all his money could be on the line. He knows his vacation rests upon this decision. If he loses, he will have to go home early. He gets no extra day. He knows that if he folds, he will at least have enough to get back on the black jack tables and try and win his money back from the poker loss. Tension continues to mount, as the man checks his cards again and Eddie stares a hole through the man, like a laser. The man reluctantly folds his hand. He sighs and stands up. He grabs the remaining chips and turns his cards over. He shows Jack of clubs, King of clubs. The man walks away from the table, as Eddie scoops up his chips. He turns his cards over for the dealer to see. The dealer shakes his head and smiles.
That guy just didn't know when to hold'em I guess. Just a stare, a confident all in announcement and I had that guy....on tilt. Thats all it takes. Perception is reality. Its my reality. I perceive some of these guys in TWA to be jokes. For instance, look at this guy called Fa Sho. Fa Sho? You ain't Fa $hit! A tall girl thingy? What are your 6 years old? You sit there and rattle off insults towards others, but unfortunately for you, all it has done is make you look like a total ass. It makes you look like the tall girl thingy! And then you go on and on about gays. Are you homophobic? Do you fear another's chosen sexuality? Sounds like you're the faggot! Sounds like The Chose One might have have chosen an ass whoopn'. Don't let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash!
Eddie finally finishes stacking all his chips in front of him and takes another drink of his Heineken.
Enjoy those cigs for now, Fa $hit. Cuz in the not so distant future, you might have to step into the ring with "The Sin City Saint". And you might look down at your cards and find a small pair. God knows that happens every morning for you, looking down and finding a small pair. Step into the ring with me, I swear you'll need something better than a small pair.........Saint's Honor.
A few guys ranging from young to old, begin to take seats at Eddie's table. Eddie sits back up in his chair and begins to rifle through his chips again. He brushes the hair from his face with his hand, as the dealer begins to deal the cards.
