Monday, September 24, 2007

Poker

Suppose you are a sporting club or some other kind of similar organisation and you're looking to host a fishing competition. There is an entry fee and a cash prize for the winner which is drawn exclusively from the sum raised by such entry fees. I'm not a lawyer, but I imagine that this would be a perfectly legal thing to do in the state of Queensland (and if it isn't, why the fuck not?). In fact, if you were to substitute 'bridge' for 'fishing', well, that'd be ducky too, yeah? Bridge is a nice, respectable game, after all. You play it wearing dorky bow-ties and vests. It's like the golf you play when you want to play golf instead with a deck of cards, a partner and a table.

So, given the post title, I'm sure everyone reading this sees where I'm going with this (this is probably trivially true.......), but I'm going to spell it out anyway. What, pray tell, would happen if you were to now substitute the word 'bridge' for 'poker'? Well. Now it becomes gambling, therefore bad and therefore illegal unless you've payed for some ridiculously expensive license that lets you do so (when the real benefit of such an event is not in takings from the game, but in the crowd you draw). Apparently, it's perfectly alright for a sports club or pub to own row upon row of pokies into which hypnotised cretins can pour money to see the pretty shiny lights. It's alright for the Treasury casino to skim of the top of people's winnings in a stupid structured-betting version of texas hold-em (rules that make consistent big winnings much more difficult). That shit's just ducky, Charlotte - but heaven forbid we allow people to start playing the kind of game with each other, from which a casino cannot really profit that much and which, with practice, you can actually learn to consistently win. What the fuck is the deal here? Here endeth the first part of my polemic rant.

Now for the second. I was at the season QPE final in Ballina on sunday. There are 300 qualifiers from, I think, 20 clubs (no-one has paid to enter). First place gets $5000, 2nd place $2000 and downward from there. I came in somewhere in the 40s. So why am I pissed? It's not entirely sour grapes at being more or less forced by blind sizes to go all-in on pocket jacks, because to be fair I would have been in real trouble anyways seeing as the flop showed a 10, a 9 and an 8 (giving me an open-ended straight draw on top of a pair higher than anything on the board) .......and I was facing off against a half-drunk bogan with pocket aces (and obviously I didn't subsequently get a queen, a jack or a 7). After coming back from the final break they were rising the blinds by a lot every 15 minutes (there were about 70 people left in and they kind of want to force an out-come). Having broken the second table I was sent to just prior to the break (I mean this literally... I knocked 5 people, half the table, out of the tournament - I left with 21,700 having started the tournament with 2,400). I was forced to move. This is bad at the best of times - you have to learn a new table and you want to establish some fear there. Worse, I look down the table: person 1: half-drunk bogan, person 2: half-drunk bogan, person 3: half-dr....... I mean, if I'd wanted to play against a table of heavy drinking bogans who treat the game like 'bingo', only with more cards and beer involved I'd be playing in the Australian Poker League. The up-side is that if I hit something really good, I can be pretty much guaranteed to sucker these people into insane calls when they feel their manhood is at stake and they don't want to look scared off. The down-side is that I can't afford to bluff too early or try to steal pots because I'll get called for pretty much the same reason. I get a run of un-playable cards in unplayable positions. Table gets broken up, and I'm shortly at another bogan-heavy table in about half an hour, where blinds are now 3000-6000 and I have 18,000 left. The blinds started at 25-50 and I made almost all of my 21,700 (the highest I saw) with blinds at no more than 300-600. The point being, I had to work a lot harder to gain those chips than those who took them by virtue of being in the right place at the right time. I really see no reason for the blinds to rise at such a meteoric rate..... especially when you're going to be pushing people around from table to table like that. It doesn't need to be this way QPE!!! Not fucking happy Jan.

7 comments:

martin said...

Nice inaugural rant. Keep on talking with passion about things I know little about and I'll remain interested.

But what I really want is to see into the mind of Fitz. What are your dreams and aspirations? What are you doing with your life? How do you feel about various opinion columns in The Australian? The public needs to have this forced down their throats.

ps. I deleted my last comment because it had a spelling error. Little did I know that it would show as deleted forever.

martin said...

Also, Ballina! That is 15 minutes drive from my home town. So many memories...

See that's the type of self indulgent drivel that I want to see in a blog.

Geoff said...

'But what I really want is to see into the mind of Fitz.'

I think that was exactly what we were seeing. Apparently he doesn't like drunk bogans for some reason.

Andrew said...

There was another story I wanted to tell about the Ballina RSL but unfortunately I fucked up in taking the photo.

The RSL is this massive white building right on the river (an awesome piece of real-estate). It's obviously made a killing on its pokies and continues to do so. Anyways, me and a friend were sitting there eating lunch when we noticed this 'lest we forget' plaque in the corner of the room with a torch and fake flame.

It was the cheapest piece of shit I've ever seen. I mean, they're an RSL right? Veterans are kind of the reason for their existence. They've got massive amounts of money invested in building this big awesome building and that was the best they could do?

It was pretty funny.

Andrew said...

Georff: I had some bad experiences with drunk bogans as a child.......

Martin: Stay tuned, buddy. For now, let's just say I like long walks on the beach, ponies and car-jacking. My ideal woman is around 6 foot and has a pulse.

Sam said...

"Suppose you are a sporting club," Am I being sent up here sunshine?

Andrew said...

....... yes?