Jack is driving me I’m laying down in the back seat We are on our way to play poker on the Suncruz casino.
The Suncruz is where I first played live poker in 2006. This was before the Pari-Mutuel facilities in Florida were allowed to spread no limit. These casino boats were the only place to play. The boat heads out to international waters for about 4 hours of play. And there were a lot of people who wanted to play. The games were rich and pockets were deep.
When Fl changed their law in July of 2006, the boat was adversely affected. While the card rooms had a max buy in of $100, people were drawn away from the casino boat for various reasons. Some people no longer had to travel far to find a game. Others enjoyed being able to come and go at will. No sea sickness was a plus as well.
The numbers on the boat dwindled as players scattered about the state.
This caused me to seek alternative venues to play tournament poker. I hit the WSOP and WPT circuit events to get my fix.
So three years later I am going to go see what’s happening in my old stomping grounds.
It takes about 30 minutes to reach the three mile line. Everyone waits to hear the captain say the casino is now open for gaming. As cards get in the air, I look around the table. Our table is comprised of all players known to me. They are older gentlemen– “Rocks” with weathered skin from years of Florida sun. I am not in a talkative mood.
Mark and Jack both just had aces. The four aces get felted without money entering the pot. Mark says, “I don’t want to get a flush on you.” These two will go out of their way to avoid playing pots together for the rest of the cruise.
A new player with bourbon on his breath strolls over to take the empty seat next to me. He starts splashing money around the table. He just stole a pot and showed the table his queen ten off suit for top pair. And says, “I had you, right?” to the player who had just folded. Bourbon continues to drink and push the Rocks around. I wonder how long the table will let him continue?
One of Bourbon’s buddies joins the table. As Buddy sits down, Bourbon leans over to me and slurs, “Do you think he’s hot? I flash Bourbon my best “don’t fuck with me” look and he responds with, “You’d do him, right?”. Buddy chimes in, “Dude, shut up, she’s married” Luckily, the cocktail waitress shows up just in time to distract Bourbon from further inappropriateness. A couple of hands later, Bourbon is busted from the game.
I ended up down $93 when gaming ended for the night.