Here's a little quiz. But don't even try to answer unless you've spent some time at Table 30.
So I ask you- What's wrong with this picture?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
What's Wrong With This Picture?
Here's a little quiz. But don't even try to answer unless you've spent some time at Table 30.
So I ask you- What's wrong with this picture?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Table 30 FAQ: Why Do They Call You "The Occupant"?
So some of you might be wondering why I'm called "The Occupant".
A number of years ago, when we were still playing $6-12 Omaha on Table 21, I always sat in the #8 seat....for a number of reasons:
1. I'm a BIG guy (though nowhere near as large as I used to be ;-) and there's always more room in the end seats of a poker table.
2. As the host of the game, I could see the entrance to the poker section, the callboard, and I sat facing the floorstaff, which made communication a lot easier.
People got very used to seeing me there. If someone who knew me came in the Bike and I wasn't sitting there, at Table 21, it was, "Where's Marc? Is he OK?"
Even the Managing General Partner of the place would usually look my way on the way to his office; I'd tip my hat; he'd smile.
But everybody who frequented our little section of the casino expected me to be there...and I pretty much was M-F 10-6.
Well, one day, one of the (smartass?) Pineapple players was passing the table and cried, "What do you do...SLEEP under the table??"
The regulars cracked up. (We have lots of regulars in the Omaha game. Omaha attracts a much smaller population than hold'em and there just aren't many places to play, especially at the $6-12 level.)
"Yeah", I answered. "In fact I get my mail here." (more cackling from the regulars)
{Eureka! This is where a light bulb appears over my head, like in a cartoon!}
So I checked with my boss, Poker Ops Director Rick Cloward (Rick likes his Omaha!), and the plan was put in motion. I had a friend about to take a trip abroad. I called him and asked if he would send me a postcard...addressed to me in seat 8 of Table 21. "Sure. No problem!"
A couple of weeks later, the mailboy (er....'mailperson') came down on the casino floor and brought me a postcard.....from where I don't remember.
But I passed it around the table and the regulars loved it.
All except Maurice.
Maurice is a small, but feisty....nay...very feisty........ guy from Zimbabwe (well, it was still called Rhodesia when he left it.)
And, in the way that only he could say it told me (I'm paraphrasing here) "Big Effing deal! They know who you are. They know where you work. I'm not impressed!"
Well, let's just say I was up for the challenge.
Being very active back then in the rec.gambling.poker newsgroup (before it turned to spam), I went online and invited any of my rgp friends who might be traveling to send me a postcard. And address it thus:
Occupant
Table 21/ Seat 8
Bicycle Casino
7301 Eastern Ave
Bell Gardens, Ca 90201
Well, the cards and letters started coming and, through two change-of-addresses (changes-of-address?) and several increases in the cost of stamps, I've received over 150 of them. From all over the planet.
I've cherished them all. But the only one I've had laminated so far came in July of 2004. It was a montage of various scenes from Dublin.
On the other side (I'm going from memory here) were the words:
"Here I am, on a $300K freeroll in Ireland and all I can think about is playing Omaha Hi-Lo at The Bike.
Your Friend,
Fossilman"
Although Greg hadn't yet played at our table, he was an avid ARGer, who a bit later that summer, was the guest of honor at a Legends Of Poker party.
So that's the story, my friends. Send me a postcard, won't you?
Occupant
Table 30/ Seat 8
Bicycle Casino
7301 Eastern Ave
Bell Gardens, Ca 90201
A number of years ago, when we were still playing $6-12 Omaha on Table 21, I always sat in the #8 seat....for a number of reasons:
1. I'm a BIG guy (though nowhere near as large as I used to be ;-) and there's always more room in the end seats of a poker table.
2. As the host of the game, I could see the entrance to the poker section, the callboard, and I sat facing the floorstaff, which made communication a lot easier.
People got very used to seeing me there. If someone who knew me came in the Bike and I wasn't sitting there, at Table 21, it was, "Where's Marc? Is he OK?"
Even the Managing General Partner of the place would usually look my way on the way to his office; I'd tip my hat; he'd smile.
But everybody who frequented our little section of the casino expected me to be there...and I pretty much was M-F 10-6.
Well, one day, one of the (smartass?) Pineapple players was passing the table and cried, "What do you do...SLEEP under the table??"
The regulars cracked up. (We have lots of regulars in the Omaha game. Omaha attracts a much smaller population than hold'em and there just aren't many places to play, especially at the $6-12 level.)
"Yeah", I answered. "In fact I get my mail here." (more cackling from the regulars)
{Eureka! This is where a light bulb appears over my head, like in a cartoon!}
So I checked with my boss, Poker Ops Director Rick Cloward (Rick likes his Omaha!), and the plan was put in motion. I had a friend about to take a trip abroad. I called him and asked if he would send me a postcard...addressed to me in seat 8 of Table 21. "Sure. No problem!"
A couple of weeks later, the mailboy (er....'mailperson') came down on the casino floor and brought me a postcard.....from where I don't remember.
But I passed it around the table and the regulars loved it.
All except Maurice.
Maurice is a small, but feisty....nay...very feisty........ guy from Zimbabwe (well, it was still called Rhodesia when he left it.)
And, in the way that only he could say it told me (I'm paraphrasing here) "Big Effing deal! They know who you are. They know where you work. I'm not impressed!"
Well, let's just say I was up for the challenge.
Being very active back then in the rec.gambling.poker newsgroup (before it turned to spam), I went online and invited any of my rgp friends who might be traveling to send me a postcard. And address it thus:
Occupant
Table 21/ Seat 8
Bicycle Casino
7301 Eastern Ave
Bell Gardens, Ca 90201
Well, the cards and letters started coming and, through two change-of-addresses (changes-of-address?) and several increases in the cost of stamps, I've received over 150 of them. From all over the planet.
I've cherished them all. But the only one I've had laminated so far came in July of 2004. It was a montage of various scenes from Dublin.
On the other side (I'm going from memory here) were the words:
"Here I am, on a $300K freeroll in Ireland and all I can think about is playing Omaha Hi-Lo at The Bike.
Your Friend,
Fossilman"
Although Greg hadn't yet played at our table, he was an avid ARGer, who a bit later that summer, was the guest of honor at a Legends Of Poker party.
So that's the story, my friends. Send me a postcard, won't you?
Occupant
Table 30/ Seat 8
Bicycle Casino
7301 Eastern Ave
Bell Gardens, Ca 90201
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I Had A Dream.....
...that, for an entire day, Maurice acted in turn.
It might take you awhile to get to know the cast of characters at Table 30 but Maurice is actually the indirect reason for me being known as "The Occupant".
It might take you awhile to get to know the cast of characters at Table 30 but Maurice is actually the indirect reason for me being known as "The Occupant".
WELCOME!
They call me “The Occupant”.
(More about that later).
We are live from Table 30. (Thanks, Rick!)
This is the place to learn all about the hijinx (we have more than our share, believe me) that happens here, in the $6-12 Omaha Hi-Lo game, at the Bicycle Casino...."The Bike".
So come visit, won't you?. We’ll try to entertain you.
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