So I get to Oceans-11 on Saturday night around 8:30pm. I took the kids out for dinner and then to the mall for candy. The wife had the night off. After I dropped the kids off at home, I hit the road to the casino to attempt to make some money for my kid's tuition (that's what I use my poker winnings for, at least if I have any winnings).
Oceans-11 is dead, which is not entirely surprising, since the WSOP is going on in Vegas right now. In any case, there's no 20 game, and only a short-handed 40 game going. So I take a seat, and end up getting buried 2 racks in like 45 minutes. I'm in seat 9, seat 2 is a tight old man, seat 4 is bad, and seat 5 is awful. Eventually seat 5 goes busto, and the 3 of us agree to keep playing until at least 10:15pm or so. Well I eventually start running over the table and build it up to 5+ racks. Of course, the game keeps going.
Then, the hour from hell starts, and I get massively cold-decked for like the entire down, and don't drag a pot for like over an entire hour. Every draw missed, TP no good, etc, etc. I eventually quit when I'm a 5 rack loser, saying enough is enough. I quit, and the table breaks at about 1:30 am or so.
Whee, variance.
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