Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Tampa Bay Downs

Once again I did not bother Billy for horses, but just got some number from a couple sites.  The sites agreed, so I ended up with favorites and the cross the board bets just broke even when the horse placed.
I hit the first race exacta.
I hit a show bet on a horse that was listed on one site as having won more races than the other horses but not picked as the winner in this one.  It did show.
I had horses that did something in most of the 7 races, but I only made $2.

I used my freeroll and did fairly well, but three Aces took me out when a guy caught an inside straight for Broadway.

The cash game just dwindled my dollars and in the end I called an all in when I held two jacks and there was a queen on the flop.  Bad bet really.  An A-K of diamonds won with the nut flush.

It was fun.  I ate a half chicken downstairs with a two dollar beer and that was a great meal for $10 although not on the diet as it included potatoes.

I was tired and left a bit after 5.  I did encounter traffic.  Next time I'll take Hillsborough to the SunCoast highway as that will not be bumper to bumper as my roads were. 
I stopped at Gander Mt but not good buys.  At Target I got some good cold drinks.  All these were on Hillsborough.

 

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Tampa silks Losing day


Had a mixed day at Tampa. 
Playing while the horses were running was much better than playing in the evening.  The evening was all locals and my cards did not run very lucky.

I bet $34 on the horse and only had two hits, one was a show for 40 cents and one horse I had bet across the board came in to win.  Overall I lost $17
I lost more on cards, but the killer was the evening.
In the end I was down $121

I waited 2 hours for a seat at a table after going out for supper at The Wing House, a clone of Hooters.  Very pretty girls and some great nuggets of breast with a pretty decent sauce.

When I go again I'll head out to eat after the last race.  I got overtired and hungry and left before race 9 and 10. 

I quite in the early evening and had some tooth/head pain on top of my losses and also some trouble driving until I pulled over and washed one eye where something was really bothering it.

Not my most favorite day.

I did come home with one freeroll entry that was a gift from a fellow player.  I can use it any day until the promotion goes away, so I'll go up again.

Friday, March 14, 2014

A Few days of poker and horses in Tampa


I decided on a few solo days in Tampa while to give my wife and her visiting best friend some “girl time” and me some poker time.  Actually, the poker has not been going well for me lately, and I wanted to see if Tampa would be better than Ocala.

Most frugal places to stay in Tampa are about $80, but I found a cheap little place for $62 that has a little kitchen with stove and pans for cooking. 
EXTENDED STAY SUBURBAN
I stayed at this one:
Suburban Extended Stay Hotel Airport(FL969)
6902 W. Hillsborough Ave., Tampa, FL, US, 33634
Phone: (813)886-7799
I like eating in and watching Turner Classic movies.  It saves money, keeps me on my diet, and entertains me as well.  Solo eating can be a bit boring.

I played at Tampa Hard Rock the first afternoon, just a 2-4 game.  It was not too hard, but there were very few fish and they did not stay long.  I was up and down and ended down $28.  I won a small pot with pocket Aces and had both pocket Aces and Kings cracked.  Once again I played about four hours and never saw a flush or higher.  I did steal one pot on the river with nothing when my one opponent was clearly going to fold if I bet.

The people were interesting.  One old guy told stories of smoking marijuana when he was young.  An Asian woman sat who was dressed immaculately in red with a huge flower in her hat.  She was very attractive and yet pushing seventy.

Half the dealers were poor.  Some needed to be watched for errors.  Others were just slow or missed where the game was.  The others were very good. Martha was the best.

One of the poorer dealers made it up with humor. 

He told us that dealers could not eat in the buffet.  They were provided with food in their area, but because it was prepared by folks practicing to make food for the buffet, sometimes it was good and other times it was just terrible. 

“I would not feed my dog such food,” he remarked.

He told how they had butchered chicken cordon blue by making it in sort of a glop, and then said they had also failed at Shepard’s pie.

“Shepard’s pie?” a player remarked.  “I did not think anyone could do much to make that bad.”

“That is what I thought about the white rice,” said the dealer.  And that just cracked me up.  His delivery was perfect. 

And so he told about asking for the “mashed potatoes” only to learn that what looked like mashed potatoes was white rice.

He was entertaining, but he did not follow the game well and seemed to have to stop dealing to talk.

They took the 2-4 game out of qualifying for any high hand bonus, but left Omaha 3-6 in the running.  The 1-1 NL game also would not qualify.

So there was just a couple bad beats.  That made me mad and does not encourage me to go again.  Not that it matters much with the hands I’ve pulled this season.  However, I want to be able to win what I’m rake to fund.

I used a Groupon at Monserrate (CLICK) To get a bit of taste of Latin food.   When I got there, they wanted to only serve two people.  It says nothing about that on the Groupon.  

So, I’ll write and complain to Groupon.  And I'll call ahead with this question in the future.  It makes me angry really.  Why not just put a minimum purchase amount in the price on the coupon.

The very pretty Spanish waitress let me talk her into serving me when I promised to eat enough for two. 

I did too and enjoyed all of it and the music and the Spanish around me and the look of the delightful waitress. 

But I should not eat so much as these groupons deals tempt me to do. 

I had a rolled stuffed yucca that was luscious, a great corn pie with carnitas and chorizo, followed by a fried tilapia that was crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.  I had not room for flan.

It all was very good. 

I ordered the wrong wine, a white.  Still it was good.  I ate too much.  The fish came with fried plantains and black beans.  All was very good.  Even the beans tasted unique.  I’d go again only not on a Groupon. 

Too much food and not enough sleep the night before my trip left me unable to go out to see the late night jazz as planned in Ybor City or to do anything much except watch old TCM movies. 

The hotel was fine but pretty old.  No flat screen here.  The remote would not turn off the closed captions until the desk clerk fiddled with two others and finally got them full of batteries and found a way to turn off that annoying option.  I saw some good old Johnny Carson and got stuck in a Lauren Bacall Gregory Peck movie which was not my favorite but good enough to keep me watching.

The wifi is very fast and easy to access.  The place is clean, just full of old furniture and very small with comfortable but basic beds and pillows that were too small.  The bathroom was fitted with a fairly new shower insert that included two seats and good water pressure.  The sink insert was fairly new too and all were in good repair.

The trip advisor evaluations were right on the money.  The place is adequate.  And for me having the ability to make my own meals and eat to TCM, as well as this location, made it a great place to stay.

Some neighbors on one night got into a loud argument and that should have been annoying, but really did not bother me much.  it was in part entertaining, like a Jerry Springer show, and then more entertaining when the noises changed to makeup noises.

I woke up at just before 4AM and at 4AM my wakeup call went off.  Good thing I was already awake.  So, I reset that.  Amazing that it was not immediately cleared after the last guest.  I’ll have to check that if I stay again next year.

Housekeeping only comes once a week, and for me that is just fine.  I like not to be interrupted and for just two days I don't need the attention.  The fine print asks guests to pick up after themselves or face a cleaning charge.  Fine too.  If that keeps the price down, I'm for it.  It also kept a good bit of the noise down. 

In spite of the large number of guests, the hotel was quiet in general.  I knew my neighbors were playing television only if I really listen very intently; it was so faint that with the AC fan or my sleep apnea, I could not hear it.  Also, I think the old fashioned free standing televisions in the middle of the room are less bothersome than those flat screens mounted on adjoining walls. Nothing kept me from sleeping.

I love the location as it is close to both the Hard Rock and the Tampa Downs as well as the place I wanted to try with the Groupon was just down the street.  There were plenty of places to eat around here, including a Hooters for wings if I wanted a treat.

TAMPA DOWNS AND THE SILKS

The next two days I played at the Tampa Downs in the Silks Poker Room.  The first day the horses were running;  the second was just poker.

There were no limit games, but the 1-1 no limit was very comfortable.  I always think of it as a hybrid between limit and no limit.  There are few preflop raises and few all-in bets most of the time.  It is easier to overcome the rake in a no limit game.  And poorer folks who generally might pick a 2-4, pick this one, while the really good players pick 1-2 or 2-5.

I like the light action.  It suits my bankroll.  If a few players do start bully overbetting, I leave and come back.  Generally I buy in for $60, at some point need to rebuy another $40, and that amount of chips stays in front of me for a few hours of play.

One day they paid the high hand in the room $300 every half hour. The next day they paid every high hand $40 or more, depending on how high it was.  Quad 3’s and quad 9’s paid $300.  “Baseball” they called the promotion, after the old poker table game.

I found the players lively and fun and of all ages.  They talked as players do in a limit game.  Sometimes they got a little mad, but generally the mood was quite friendly.  None told stories, but there was some funny banter.

For the first time this winter I was very comfortable, cards seemed to come, and I made a small amount of money.  I did not make too many mistakes, did not play very many odd hands, did not bluff much at all, or play a loose game.  With the blinds 1-1, and so little preflop action, it was a flop game. 

I like that. 

Blinds rarely had to be folded. 

In the end, I wound up winning enough over these two days, to cover my Hard Rock losses my small losses in betting the horses. I came home $59 to the good. 

Wild Bill gave called me with some tips on horses, and I compared his list with what I found on line and made a few bets scattered throughout the first day. 
It was very exciting because even the losers were generally close at the end.  The only dead dog bet I made was a mistake.  I bet all the races in a bunch and the clerk gave me one horse in the wrong race.  I did not notice it, in fact the “race 6” kept looking like “race 5.”  I’d have won some too, had the error not been made.

On the days when the horses do not run, gamblers can have a seat in the grandstands with a television.  There they can bet other races and be outside in the fine Tampa weather with the quiet peaceful track stretched out before them and two fountains working.  It is very nice and seems little known.

I liked watching the horses.  I could see both the track and a screen from my poker table.  I went outside for a closer look for the last three races and wandered down to where they saddle up.  Quite a show.

In the last race at this saddle up time one horse looked very energetic and I almost bet him at the last minute.  I’d have won on that long shot had I made the bet.

My $59 to the good made this my first winning result in any session of poker this winter. 
I guess the curse is broken.
What was even more comforting was how much I could play close to even.  I never needed to rebuy beyond the $100 and my losing sessions were small.  So the pattern was good.  My game is good.  I don't have to give it up.

In these high raked games ($5 and $1) it is hard to overcome the rake and breaking even is fine with me, leaving me with the entertainment value and always the chance for a high hand to put me ahead. 

The closest I got was once having three 3’s and another time holding A-10 of diamonds and having four to the royal just before the river.  Royals pay $600.  In that hand a fellow ready to go home tried to push us all out with a $15 bet that put him all-in freplop with K-10 unsuited. We showed.  He paired his king on the flop but I caught two diamonds.   Another diamond on the turn gave me the pot, and I was hoping for the jack of diamonds on the river.  Great drama but no royal.

I remembered this Latino player from other trips here other years.  He plays almost every day and if funny and friendly.  I usually would be pushed off those cards, but his voice was unusually quiet when he made the bet and tipped me that he was not too confident.

On another day I won a big hand because I missed seeing that the wheel was possible.  I flopped 8-3-5 for trip 8's.  The turn was an Ace and my opponent made a healthy bet.  I put him on perhaps two pair or smaller trips or maybe even an Ace with high kicker.  I missed the possible straight.
He made a healthy bet and I pushed all-in.  On the river came another Ace bailing me out of losing to the "wheel."  The fellow was not happy, but he was quiet about it.

There were all sorts of players, including the loose bluffing young men who overbet until they were caught.  I had trip queens once and the turn offered little chance I could be beat.  I checked, hoping the kid would overbet, and giving me a shot at the high hand on the river. 

He checked. 

The river gave me a full house, and I made a solid bet that he called, given my perceived weakness. 

He was very sourly annoyed that I had not bet the turn.  I was disappointed that he had not tried to push me out.

I hate the part of no limit when there are bluffs of hundreds of dollars, but here it is more like my weekly home game, and I am not playing with scared money.  Bluffing in general is not a very good tactic here.  It is too inexpensive to call bets.  I like that.  I bluffed once early on and was caught.  It was just a $6 bluff for a small pot and the fellow thought a while.  Once showing that bluff, I did not bluff again, hoping that the table would remember that hand and pay me on my better cards.

I also was good at leaving a game where I did not like the players or the action.  I changed tables once, and I quit playing three times.  The horses offered a way to quit and be entertained on the first day at the Silks.  On the other day I went for a meal or went shopping and was entertained by Tampa.  Gander Mountain is nearby and was a treat to shop.  There found fish scalers, some small hooks, new line and a few inexpensive shirts on sale.  This store is not around my rental in Homosassa or my home up North. 

For lunch I drove about 15 minutes to the Whole Foods and had some very healthy food.  I shopped for a few of the things I can’t get in Homosassa and found the French organic red wine I like best on a sale of $3 off a bottle with ten percent more off for buying 6 bottles. 

(CLICK)    L'oustalet

The drive home was very easy on the Suncoast highway.  I like having the automatic pass and not needing to stop for the small change tolls every few miles.  I was home in an hour and a quarter.  So I’ll go up again soon just for the day.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Mississippi Mud Game

Friend Scott took a trip to Canada and here is his trip report:

Good Evening All,
 
I visited the Fallsview Casino in Niagara Falls (Canada) on Wednesday evening.  There was quite a crowd as they were running a bunch of preliminary rounds for a World Poker Tour event during this past week.  I had a comp for slots but decided to try some live poker on night two.  Put my name in for a low stakes game and I was number 82 so I figured it wouldn't happen.
 
Found a Hold-Em table and made some and lost some-leaving up a bit.  I then went to a Mississippi Stud table, watched a few hands and decided to sit for a bit.  About three hours later I cashed +$700 for the night.  Nice game if you are at a casino that offers it.  Payouts vary from casino to casino based on the veteran (who had won a seat in the WPT Event the night before), but this one seemed reasonable.  He and I had similar playing styles for this game -- patience (well, some good cards help) and we saw a few come and bet heavy on everything and leave.
 
Enjoy.
 
Scott
 
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Here is a complete analysis of the game.
Here is a virtual game of the game he played:
 
You can set this to show you make a mistake.
 
Here is a scheme to collude and gain an advantage over the house as well as a ton of more information on the game.
 
 
 
 
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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Ocala

This is a fine poker room for low rollers.  There are three low stakes games:  NL 1-1 with 20-60 buy in, 2-4, and a 1-3 spread limit.
I thought I had moved up to the NL, but I was wrong.  I gave it four days of trying and lost about $500 with never having a winning session.
Last night I went back to my standby 2-4 game and I was much happier.  There was much less stress and after 7 hours of play I walked away with $35 profit.
And that is fine with me.

On Tuesday and Thursday they have a very small and weak bad beat.  I avoid those days.
Every other day they have high hand bonuses offered every half hour or hour depending on the day.  The high hand in the room gets between $100 and $500, depending on the day. Saturdays offer the $500 and that too is the day we can be certain to encounter a 2-4 game, so in my thinking it is the best odds, although Sundays sometimes do better at $300 because there are fewer people in the room.  One Sunday last year I hit twice and one high hand was jacks full, the other kings full.  That would not hold up on a Saturday very often.  Usually, it is a quad or better.
One nice thing is that quads can hit even if the player does not have a pocket pair.  If the kicker ties or beats the board kicker, so in a five card hand both of the player's cards play, then the hand counts. 
Unlike some other places where the high hand awards seems a mystery, Ocala has a screen on the wall which can easily be watched that shows the current high hand and the time to the second left to beat it.  This is important because it can change the way a hand it played.

Obviously, 2-4 games offer a better chance at winning the high hand.
The tightest players seem to go for the 1-3 spread, so I don't often find myself faced with those "rocks" that play the 2-4 at Turning Stone and make it difficult to overcome the rakes over time.

The chance for the bonus also increases the sort of hands players will play.  And that all builds the pots.

The best part is I have my hobby back. I was considering moving on to something else.  Now I know that I just need to stay with the limit, and in Vegas I need to leave tables where I don't seem to be winning.  There too, I like playing for the bonus hands.  At the Golden Nugget they double the bonus amounts between 2 am and 2 pm.  That is my time to play.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Jerry Silver

Jerry was known as the Rule Czar at poker  To my knowledge he never played in a casino poker room, but he had a clear and certain sense of how the game should go, and he usually got his way.
Actually, the last time I saw him, at a Gregg game,  I insisted on my way. 
He liked playing in my regular seat to the right of Gregg and had taken that seat away from me the week before. 
I came early.
I "locked" up the seat with my card protector and my chips.  He still wanted to unseat me, claiming to actually hold the seat I had to be sitting in it.
"It is common in a casino to lock up a seat with a card protector," I explained.
"But this is not a casino," he countered.
Still, even with his argument developed, he relented and let me have my regular place for our last game together.  As I remember, he won big.

In the old days it would take a long, long while for Jerry to make decision on how to play a hand. He would sit and figure and try to remember.  He would do math in his head or seem to.  He never quoted percentages. 
In later times he speeded up his action after taking plenty of ribbing from everyone.
At the old games at my house, he would deal the game.  I liked that.  He was the first I knew who volunteered to do that and it was a huge relief to me.  I hate dealing.

One day he showed up at Burden Lake on Saturday for a game scheduled for Sunday. 
"Am I early?"  he asked.
"Only by one day." I answered.
He came in, and we played a bit of head to head Omaha for an hour or so.   I won, so he was doubly frustrated.

In the last couple years Jerry has been a Facebook friend who played MyVegas and he was generous in remembering to send me chips whenever he could.  One time he wished he could send me his loyalty points (those that are used to directly redeem comps in Vegas).  There were times when I was out of playing chips and what he sent me got me moving again.  Wild Bill shared my comps the first trip (BeeGees Tribute, a couple buffets) and Elizabeth and I used $700 worth on our last trip.  Thanks, Jerry.

What I will never forget was the way Jerry would fold his cards when he had waited a long, long while to act and finally had decided to be beat.  Once he gave up hope for that hand, he would fold and mournfully say, "What a shame!"
His expression, tone and phrase seem to perfectly capture my feelings as we are forced to let him go this week. 

THE OBITUARY


Silver, Gerald O. HARTSVILLE, S.C. Mr. Gerald O. Silver, 60, formerly of Waterford passed away on Friday, November 29, 2013 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center in North Carolina after a brief illness. He was born August 6, 1953 to Reuben Jacob Silver and Mary Bayerle Silver. He was vice president of Business Administration and Finance at the Sage Colleges for more than 30 years. He relocated to Hartsville in 2010 and took the position of vice president of Business Operations at Coker College. Jerry was a member of the Delmar Businessmen Bowling League and a Siena College alumnus. He was a member of the Coaches Club of Siena College Basketball, a member of the Stadium Golf Course league and also an avid New York Yankees fan. He was preceded in death by his mother. Surviving are his loving wife, Cindy Theilmann Silver; devoted children, Samuel Silver (Kerianne) of Clifton Park, Matthew Silver (Jessica) of Saratoga Springs and AnnaMae Martin (Jesse) of Buffalo; a granddaughter, Charlotte Marion Silver of Clifton Park; his father, Dr. Reuben Silver of Wilmington, N.C.; a sister, Kathy Pearre (Howard) of Winston-Salem, N.C. and many nieces and nephews. A private memorial service was held on Sunday, December 1, 2013. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society , P.O. Box 22718, Oklahoma City, OK 73123-1718 or cancer.org. Online condolences may be made at hayworth-miller.com. Hayworth-Miller Silas Creek Chapel, Winston-Salem, N.C.



Published in Albany Times Union from Dec. 2 to Dec. 3, 2013

Bill Neuman:
Dear Cindy and Jerry's family, I just re-read the Jerry's obituary and noticed there was a place to offer condolences. To say I am shocked and saddened by Jerry's passing is an understatement. We were friends for almost 50 years. I first met Jerry at Saturday morning bowling when he was in 5th grade. Until he moved away and a few college years we bowled together in a league for 40+ years. We won a city league championship together with the Delmar Businessmen. He and I bowled as teammates and against each other in the Action Lanes Classic for over 30 years. We had great times in Lake Placid, first fishing weekends, and then when the fishing turned sour, golfing. Great memories of our Ironman competition and the Battle of Saratoga golf matches with John Safarik and John Sterrett. It was an honor to be Jerry's best man at your wedding. I remember someone telling me at your wedding, that I was supposed to prank your car. So I filled up the hubcaps with stones, only to find out you took someone else's car. I'm very glad I made an effort to go play poker this past August and ultimately, seeing him for the last time. I will miss him very much. Our Friday night Delmar Businessmen and Lake Placid golfers are planning a get together to toast Jerry and share our memories, very soon.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Turning Stone when the bad beat was over $260,000 and even Aces full of Kings qualified

I am not a great lover of bad beat bonus awards.  I think I could play for the rest of my life and not hit one.  I get tired of hearing it, hand after hand, as if cheering the dealer will make it happen.  The repetition bores me.

I especially don't like what CET did.  They increased the bonus rake to $2, and then spread the bad beat hit across all the CET poker rooms in Vegas.  To do this they had to drop high hand awards, cracked Aces awards, and the easy freerolls that even tourists can join.  That change, the erosion of hourly comp value by the huge increase in buffet prices, and the end of really cheap/free room offers at The Quad after renovation and resort fees drove up prices has pushed me right out of the CET game.

Two Vegas trips ago, I arrived when it had just been hit.  If high quads must then be beat, and they are raking $2 out of each pot, I am in a losing spiral. 
The same thing happened in Atlantic City.  It was hit at 2 AM the first night I arrived.  The next day, I just went to the Taj instead.

The high hand bonus pays have the same odds of being hit every day.  That seems a better deal for those of us who don't play poker every single day.

I don't like the Turning Stone game.  It is fine for no limit players, but limit players find it especially hard to overcome the rake.  If pots are small, the house might be raking 25% of the pot rather than the 10% advertised.  At the flop they take $1, at ten they take $1 and at $12 they take the bad beat $1.  And small pots can be common if at a table with local rocks. And we pay $2 for a card and permission to play.   The card must be visible for the bad beat to be paid.  It adds another level of rules and paranoi to the game.  The dealer too must check.  Recently a dealer was fired because a bad beat winner did not have a card, and a law suit has started because he got slipped a card after the win.  All that just to milk us a bit more.

I also don't like it that the tables are often not full tables, and the players are rarely the inexperienced loose players that limit games need to build pots and overcome even a 10% rake.

However, when the bad beat is this high, table selection changes radically  and so the attraction of the 2-4 game.   With such a high bad beat payout the limit games attract no limit players and newbies. Not all tables have many of these folks, but I find if I keep moving, and especially if I try to move to a table as it opens, my table selection improves.  One of the mistakes I was making at low limit is not moving enough.   I'd get $100 ahead and then find I lose it in the later part of the game.  This makes sense because the players now know how I play, and the poor players have lost bankroll, and I am more weary.

Turning Stone normally has trouble (during the week) having two tables of 2-4;  during the high bad beat times, they sometimes have 5 tables.  This makes a table change easy.  Because of the long wait on lists, it is usual that a new game won't start completely full.   Some of those who signed up are doing other things.  So when a new game opens, I just ask at the desk, and they move me from my full table to the beginning table just as they are starting it up.

I did not expect to carve out a day to play at Turning Stone in the middle of all we are doing to get ready for Thanksgiving, for migrating to Florida over the winter, for a river cruise in Portugal, and so any Christmas things we do must be done this week.
But my sons and wife bought me a new rowboat for my October birthday, and the marina where I expected to make the arrangements is half way between my home and the casino.  So I fitted up the details on the boat and drifted up for some poker.  Just a little bit.  10 hours.

In the beginning the tables were full of local rocks and mine was not full.  I could grind out a few dollars if I were lucky, most of it from one loose regular who still has me confused.  He played with reckless abandon, and yet everyone there knew him. 
So strange. 
But around 3 the table got down to 5 very good players and there was no sense that it would build back up again.  So, I trusted my gut and left with my $56 profit.  I played $20 of it on a really low pay table (8-5 Double Double Bonus machine. 
I hit nothing. 
In fact, I never got short paid because I never hit a flush or a full house.  Playing just a few dollars and quitting if a quad is hit is a decent strategy.  The poor pay table can only grind me down if I keep playing. 
So I took my now $36 profit and headed to one of my favorite restaurants in the world, The Savoy in Rome. 
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Savoy-Restaurant/239855614249

It was in between the lunch and dinner crowd and I was all alone in this relaxed and interestingly decorated dining room.  Linen was on the table.   A nice chianti (Glen Ellen Concannon) can be had for $5 a glass.  Background music is lounge like jazzy.  I asked the name of  femal vocalist on CD, but they did not know. 
Sinatra came next.  It is restaurant eating the way I remember it in the 50's. 
The place is decorated with everything from a large photo of Alex Haley to a gallery of generals and colonels who ate here when the air base was still open. 
Here is another traveler's review that shows that painting.
http://sandrascotttravelcolumns.blogspot.com/2013/01/riggies-culinary-treat-from-rome-new.html

Here is a video that gives a flavor of the place.  But when I went this time, there were no people until later in the meal.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10201164722258915&set=vb.239855614249&type=2&theater

Ten dollar specials right now included a baked chicken and I had that.

For some reason I could not call for a spot on the list at Turning Stone, and when I got back to the poker room, I was on the list for a third table. 
These were good players. 
One said he used to run the room there at Turning Stone and told about the issues they had with collusion on no limit games, especially by folks coming out of Syracuse for some reason. 
Limit games rarely are good venues for collusion.  If they are, you will see a lot of capping the pot preflop.  Here there are hardly any raises preflop.  So we really don't have to worry as much.

Raises are especially rare during the quest for the bad beat.  Folks don't want to push out hands that might beat them, especially those suited connectors or one gaps. 

I don't play that way. 
I play poker.  However, I like it that I am the only one who raises preflop. 
Generally, I don't raise midway anyway.  I might raise on the button on $2 betting rounds if I have suited connectors and passive callers.  I might raise to build a pot, to see a free card, and to disguise my hand.  I might raise pocket Aces or Kings in early or middle position.  I don't raise A-K anymore in limit. I think I lose as much by announcing I have a good hand as I gain in building the pot.

I did not raise much this day.  The games were loose enough and folks hitting the flop would not wait for my continuation bet, (when I just check for a free card) but bet out in front of me when they caught on the flop.  So I would get fewer free cards than I would with a full table of passive callers.

A woman got table sympathy when she flopped trips and I called her with open ended on the way to Broadway.  The turn gave me an Ace, and I raised her.  The river kept me in with the nut, and I bet.  She called. 
The generally whispered scuttle was wasn't I a jerk for playing the open ended straight.

I switched tables not so much for that, but also just to start with new folks who had not seen me play and had new money. 
That was a great move.  A
s the poor playing folks lost and moved on, they were replaced with other poor playing folks.  And there was plenty of friendly banter and joking. 
I liked it. 
I enjoy the poker, but even more I enjoy good humor and good stories.

The tight, good player next to me was a dairy farmer.  That day he had transported some meat cows for someone else across the Saint Lawrence River.  The wind had been up and it had been a bit of a rough ride.  But the cattle managed it well.  It was a great story!  I told him about Vegas in December when the cowboys come to town.

I got great cards.  My favorite hand was one in the big blind when I held 3-7 offsuit and it flopped 4-5-6. 
I got plenty of action.  So much I feared the river would kill me. 
Two people were all in, so there were three pots.  On the river a 3 came, and I had to split the main pot with a woman who went all in with 7-2 (and no where near the blind.)  I was happy she had not been in all along.  She was not happy.

There was a no limit player who showed up with his red chips, talking about not liking this game because he could not push anyone off a hand, and clearly not in tune with limit poker.  He said that it was at that table where the bad beat would be hit, not at no limit tables.  So, he said he had his hundred to give it a go. 
For a no limit player $100 is nothing.  One bet.  I like that.  I can grind those guys down.

And he played like money did not matter, but could not get aggressive reraises from anyone to make it a maniac table.  He lost. 
He put me often on hands he was certain I had and I shook my head yes, but he was rarely even close.  I did have to not try to push him.  No river bets with busted flushes or straights.  He was not folding Ace high on the river.
When I left, his banter was not about a hundred anymore.  It was now two hundred.
At one point the old good player next to me asked me what the guy had meant by a comment that he was ahead, when the old guy had it on the turn. 
"He doesn't know what he is talking about, " I told my neighbor on the quiet.
And then I added, "But don't tell him."

So many times I've been in limit games where bad players are chastised for what they say or how they play.  Sometimes the criticism is so sharp, the bad players gets up and leaves. 
A poker table is not a classroom.  Teaching need not occur except through experience.
Pleasantly agreeing with idiots is often an winning poker strategy.

The closest we got to the bad beat was one fellow had quad kings and his opponent had Ace-Queen with an Ace and two fours on the board.  Had he held pocket Aces, we would have all been big winners.  He looked pretty disappointed.  He was a young fellow, perhaps not used to much poker.

One regular I've seen often was in a state of almost terminal depression.  He lost and left.  It seems a few weeks ago he had held a small quad and been beaten, but at that time it was not large enough to qualify for the bad beat.  So he was both frustrated with the game this night and carried all that sorrowful baggage with him as well. 
He did not interact much with the table banter. 
He annoyed us by too often folding his hand face up and so changing the game for those of us still playing.
He did not appear to be having fun.  He reminded me of those animals that pump well water.  Strapped onto long pole they walk over and over in a circular route and just walk around and around, over and over.

I was tired enough to go home about 9AM, my usual time with the over 2 hour drive to do to get home, but the game was still hopping, so I stayed a while longer. 
Then the players dwindled to six with the poorer players going home, and that was my cue to leave.  I went home with my $183 profit for the day and in bed by 1 AM. 
To win over $200 at 2-4 limit is pretty amazing. But that is what can happen when you get good table selection and minds are focused on the pie in the sky instead of the picnic basket right there on the blanket in the field.