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Atlantic City Christmas with Snow December 27, 2009

Posted by Jennifer in : poker,travel , trackback

For the third year in a row, I spent a beautiful Jewish Christmas in Atlantic City. Piles of snow iced the beach and by the time we left, it was washed away by the rain. Every morning we ate greasy breakfasts at the hotel diner and on Christmas morning, 9 Queens was featured in the New York Times. I played just one poker tournament, a $40+12 at the Tropicana, where I lost AK to AT. The next night, I was trying to see how many free drinks I could acquire while placing just one minimum bet at Pai Gow. Somehow, this charade lasted long enough to distract me from entering the $10,000 guarantee at the Trop, which turned out to be a real EV bonanza with less than $7,000 (55 players, 125+25) in entry fees.

My dad was smart enough to play in the tournament and he got to the final table, at which point it seemed everyone wanted to chop based on their stacks. I pulled out my trusty G1 and did the math for the table(each chip was worth .0121212.) Nine players were ready to chop, but the final player, a medium stack refused the deal. I can’t really blame him as I probably wouldn’t have accepted such a deal. Play resumed, dad couldn’t get his chips in in a good spot, and so it goes.

Among the photos below are a shot of a snowman at the Atlantic City train station, and me reading Jokes for All Occasions (1921/22) by the fireplace of the Chelsea Hotel lobby. Most of the jokes were more interesting insights into the time than lol funny. The racist jokes were vicious. On the other hand, most of the jokes related to gender, money, adultery, jealousy or sex were so tame by modern standards that they would never register as jokes to us. Here’s one on poker which resonates since Americans are still the butt of many jokes on our inability to absorb certain worldwide standards of measurement:

Tommy Atkins and a doughboy sat in a poker game together somewhere in France. The Britisher held a full house, the American four of a kind. I’ll raise you 2 pounds, quoth the Yankee. Tommy didn’t hesitate, “I aint exactly onto your currency but I’ll bump it up 4 tons.”








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