Amazon orange table 26 seat 2.
I don't recognize anyone in the orange section. Oh wait there's JC Tran and someone is in his seat. Bad beat.
Our dealer Lou is a moron. He's mucking winning hands before the folded ones. When seat one asks him to muck the folded hands first, he calls the floor over for a ruling. He promptly gets his ass handed to him by the floor.
Seat 7 asks "what's a table break?"
Seat 4 can't count or speak English. I'll assume he's Guatemalan because he was wearing their football jersey. On a hand where its checked to him he announces "raise!" I tell him that he can only bet. Confused face. Seat 3 tells him that he can only bet if its checked to him. Very confused face. The dealer tells him he can check or bet. He pats the felt.
Lou the retard asks him, "You're checking?"
The Guatemalan responds with a bet of 200. Huh? Wait... What?
The rest of the players fold. Whatever.
Soon after the Guatemalan checks the river and is faced with a 1200 bet from seat 6. The dealer says, "1200 bet." the Guatemalan announces raise and puts out 1200.
Wait for it... Wait for it... Nada. Thats it.
"No sir. You must raise at least to 2400." the dealer says.
Confused face. He fumbles with his chips and puts out 200 more. No no no! People start talking to him in broken Spanish. He puts another 200 on top of the 1400.
Seat 10 says, "C'mon man! You know what you're doing."
He finally gets the 2400 out there and seat 6 pushes all in. The Guatemalan folds. Wait... what?
And I'm out before I can do an overly judgemental table draw observation.
I get my last 1100 in on a flop of Ad 7d 5c with Jd Td vs Ac 9c and brick it.
Oh well... Back to building the bankroll through blackjack.
JDN
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