As you (you = the 3 people reading this) may have known, my greatest poker accomplishment thus far has been finishing 5th in the WSOPC AC main event. You probably know this because I bring it up in every conversation. Even at funerals. Even at other poker tournaments. Anyway, this story takes place the night before the main event, back when I was a nobody. For those counting, I am now an F-list poker star. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah celebrity...
So I'm up in AC all alone, making friends with degenerates all week. Saturday night I finally meet up with The Wamp and one of his buddies, Clown. Well, after shooting the shit for half an hour or so, they say that they are going to the Borg to throw some craps. Forgetting that I have a 10k event to play in the next day, I say that if they play at Harrahs (where we were), that I'd tag along. Well, we go down and find a nice table, and I look up at the table across from us, and say to Wamp, "Hey, isn't that TJ Cloutier?" Well it is, so before he buys any chips, we get up and head to TJ's table. He buys chips, and I look around and see that we had lost Clown along the way. This concerns me because he was drunk. Like old man drunk. Like old man, "Let ME tell YOU a story" drunk. Yeah, he was that guy.
Anyway, Wamp seems unconcerned, so I watch as he bets and the come-out roll is made, and the point is established. Well, after a couple of rolls, who comes sauntering up to the table but Clown. He looks up and sees that TJ is right next to Wamp, and makes some gesture towards him. TJ, of course, wants nothing to do with a bunch of 20-somethings at his craps table, but he just keeps it to himself and watches the roll. Well, Clown pulls a bunch of chips from out of his pocket and decides that he wants in on this action. But, since the point has been made, he couldn't bet on the pass line just yet. So, for some drunken reason, instead of betting on the come line, he starts ROOTING for a SEVEN so that he can bet on the pass.
Let me say that again, because it bears repeating.
This kid, with $0 on the table, starts rooting for everyone else to lose their money so that he can begin gambling, and he could have made virtually the same bet at that point! Well, needless to say, after about... uhhh... let's see...one roll, the shooter rolls a seven, and Clown starts CHEERING. Like, "My Team just won the SuperBowl" cheering. Like, "She's NOT pregnant" cheering. Well, TJ, who had just lost a couple of hundred on that seven, gives him an icy glare and says, "In my 40 years of playing craps, I've never once heard of someone calling for a seven just so they could get in the game..." A couple of shooters went by and TJ cashed out.
Of course, once TJ left the table, Clown went on a mini-diatribe, talking about how he "busted" TJ.
Random thoughts from a lawyer, an accountant, a commodities trader, an ex-Marine and a WSOP Main Event money finisher that don't know as much as they wish they did...