Friday the Thirteenth Fell on a Friday This Month...

... But that didn't stop the action at the Oaks Club. It was only a notch short of crazy last night. Huh? I though gamblers were supposed to be superstitious.

I played in the $6-$12 hold'em game for a while, then they started a must-move $15-$30 game. The 15-30 game was at a stud table, nine-handed, as all the larger hold'em tables in the place were in use.

I was lucky in that I got good cards, and even luckier in getting soft opponents, the kind who cold-call raises, and see any showdown when they've flopped a pair. I could describe some hands to illustrate, but most of the ones I won were boring, and the interesting ones were bad beats, and who wants to read bad beat stories, especially when I was in a good mood and winning and the beats seemed like proof of how good the game was? I walked away having more than doubled the cash I had put into play.

Debbie also played, in the Omaha game. She came away from her game with a philosophical question. What is worse, an Omaha game with a succession of bad and inexperienced dealers, or an Omaha game with a succession of bad and inexperienced dealers and five self-appointed table captains?