Poker Loser Penn -7/05/05
It was the big celebrity
WSOPoker thing last night. There were a lot of people
there at the Rio. I was at a table with Mac, Amazing
Jonathan, that hypnotist guy named Kools or something, Bud
Friedman, and Vinnie, the comic that Close opened for. I
never recognize Vinnie, even though I've met him a few
times and he really seems to get mad and hurt by it. I had
no choice, I apologized and he kept doing shtick, so I had
to go the other way and make fun of no one knowing who he
I got all the press I needed to get and made it worth being
there. I did the same "I'm playing for the KKK, so the
moral thing is to play badly" joke over and over and it's a
fine joke that seems to do what I need it to do. The very
first hand I played really badly. I wasn't tired, I wasn't
bored, it wasn't bad luck or a bad beat, I just played
badly. That tilted me a bit and made me play a bit too
tight. I felt it was over after the first hand.
Mac can actually play. Everyone else at the table seemed
to just about know the rules (except for the women next to
me, who was stupid and claimed to never have played before
and . . . beat me fair and square.). Vinnie and Bud seem
to have that macho "it's natural for real men to pay Poker"
thing; they play like they would smoke a cigar. But, Mac
has a cool style. He doesn't play any system, but he plays
really smart. He also plays with charm and fun. Mac has a
great combination of style, skill, and charm at the poker
table. He's fun.
I didn't last long and then a bunch of us went out to the
Indian place at the Rio, had a great meal and then all
headed over to our place to play poker for real fun. Mac
lasted so much longer than me, that we were able to eat and
hang and walk around, and get another game started and he
just made it. He plays well.
But, you know, I'm getting some mileage out of learning to
play. Andy, Paul, Howard, and the gang really did me a
solid. I wish I did them a little prouder.