Sparty
Flush
SB kept playing the Jedi mind trick on them. “This isn’t the Sideshow Bob you are looking for”. “Move along”.
Crazy Casino Stories (1 Viewer)
- Thread starter Payback
- Start date
Ok, nothing like @Payback's story, but hey, where else can I share these, right?
Several years ago, I and @detroitdad were playing $1/$2 NLHE at Motor City Casino in Detroit. It was a Friday or Saturday night. Busy as hell. So this guy at the table is chewing his nails something crazy. He ends up getting felted while continuing to chew on his fingers/nails and ends up catching a hangnail and bleeds onto the felt and promptly walks off. Dealer calls the floor over and after several minutes, probably more like 20 minutes, they decide to shut the table down due to the blood having to be properly cleaned.
So they herd all the players at the table to one of the very few vacant tables in the cardroom. We all sit there for at least 20 minutes anticipating a dealer will arrive and play will continue. 20 minutes turns into another 20 minutes and still no dealer. Place is crazy busy. Long waits to join other tables. Floor comes by a few times and says a dealer will be over shortly. I sit there for another 10 minutes and nothing changes. I lose interest, cash out and leave.
My second story isn't a poker story, but it is a casino story. It is crazy, so I think it fits in here.
So it's like 1998 and my roommate and I decide to go to Windsor, Ontario (just across the river in Detroit) to go to the bar. Don't ask me why. It wasn't the titty bar. Just a normal, run of the mill "meat market" style establishment in Windsor. So we park in a parking lot, get out of his Jeep and start walking across the lot towards the "meat market". My roommate steps into a pothole in the parking lot, twists his ankle and goes down. He springs-up and starts limp-walking in an attempt to shake it off. After several minutes and increased swelling to his ankle, he decides to call it a night. So we pile back into his Jeep with me driving.
As we near the Ambassador Bridge to go back to Detroit, he tells me "turn right here, I want to go to the casino". I obey.
This is the current Caesars Windsor, however at this time (it just opened that year) it was called Casino Windsor. We get parked and we go inside. He is really struggling to walk as his ankle has now swollen to the size of a softball.
So upon entering the casino, he tells me he wants to play $20 slot machines. I'm like "ok" as I have absolutely no interest in putting so much as a dollar into one of these machines. So I follow him over to a bank of the $20 slot machines. I watch him put $300 into one of the machines and not hit a single thing. I mean not a single return. Nothing.
So while this is going on, behind us, I hear a commotion. This is at another bank of the $20 slot machines. I hear the familiar "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound when a machine hits. We turn around and there is this lady who says she just hit for $10k. We take a look and sure enough, she did. The attendant comes over, places a plastic sleeve into the coin slot, congratulates her and says she will be back. My roommate says he has a feeling the casino is paying tonight so he decides to keep playing.
I then watch him put $500 into a machine two machines down from the one he initially played with the same results. Not one win. Nothing.
Now during the last of my roommate's $500 being fed into the other machine, the lady behind us is waiting to be verified and paid for her $10k hit. During this time she decided to play the slot machine right next to her winning machine. I kid you not, I hear the "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound again. The same lady hit for another $10k on the second machine while waiting to be paid for the first machine!
My roommate was disgusted. We subsequently left as the same attendant placed another plastic sleeve into the coin slot of the second machine.
This has always reminded me of the scene in the movie "Casino" when Sam fires the slot manager for multiple jackpot hits:
Several years ago, I and @detroitdad were playing $1/$2 NLHE at Motor City Casino in Detroit. It was a Friday or Saturday night. Busy as hell. So this guy at the table is chewing his nails something crazy. He ends up getting felted while continuing to chew on his fingers/nails and ends up catching a hangnail and bleeds onto the felt and promptly walks off. Dealer calls the floor over and after several minutes, probably more like 20 minutes, they decide to shut the table down due to the blood having to be properly cleaned.
So they herd all the players at the table to one of the very few vacant tables in the cardroom. We all sit there for at least 20 minutes anticipating a dealer will arrive and play will continue. 20 minutes turns into another 20 minutes and still no dealer. Place is crazy busy. Long waits to join other tables. Floor comes by a few times and says a dealer will be over shortly. I sit there for another 10 minutes and nothing changes. I lose interest, cash out and leave.
My second story isn't a poker story, but it is a casino story. It is crazy, so I think it fits in here.
So it's like 1998 and my roommate and I decide to go to Windsor, Ontario (just across the river in Detroit) to go to the bar. Don't ask me why. It wasn't the titty bar. Just a normal, run of the mill "meat market" style establishment in Windsor. So we park in a parking lot, get out of his Jeep and start walking across the lot towards the "meat market". My roommate steps into a pothole in the parking lot, twists his ankle and goes down. He springs-up and starts limp-walking in an attempt to shake it off. After several minutes and increased swelling to his ankle, he decides to call it a night. So we pile back into his Jeep with me driving.
As we near the Ambassador Bridge to go back to Detroit, he tells me "turn right here, I want to go to the casino". I obey.
This is the current Caesars Windsor, however at this time (it just opened that year) it was called Casino Windsor. We get parked and we go inside. He is really struggling to walk as his ankle has now swollen to the size of a softball.
So upon entering the casino, he tells me he wants to play $20 slot machines. I'm like "ok" as I have absolutely no interest in putting so much as a dollar into one of these machines. So I follow him over to a bank of the $20 slot machines. I watch him put $300 into one of the machines and not hit a single thing. I mean not a single return. Nothing.
So while this is going on, behind us, I hear a commotion. This is at another bank of the $20 slot machines. I hear the familiar "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound when a machine hits. We turn around and there is this lady who says she just hit for $10k. We take a look and sure enough, she did. The attendant comes over, places a plastic sleeve into the coin slot, congratulates her and says she will be back. My roommate says he has a feeling the casino is paying tonight so he decides to keep playing.
I then watch him put $500 into a machine two machines down from the one he initially played with the same results. Not one win. Nothing.
Now during the last of my roommate's $500 being fed into the other machine, the lady behind us is waiting to be verified and paid for her $10k hit. During this time she decided to play the slot machine right next to her winning machine. I kid you not, I hear the "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound again. The same lady hit for another $10k on the second machine while waiting to be paid for the first machine!
My roommate was disgusted. We subsequently left as the same attendant placed another plastic sleeve into the coin slot of the second machine.
This has always reminded me of the scene in the movie "Casino" when Sam fires the slot manager for multiple jackpot hits:
moose
4 of a Kind
From a Vegas TR of mine back in 2009.
I was playing this tourney at TI in Vegas.
I was playing this tourney at TI in Vegas.
Btw the worst player at the table was some really crazy guy. Kept splashing the pot and doing other annoying things, tilting the dealers. The floor got called several times to deal with this nutbar. Would lick his fingers then pick up his chips. The chips were wet. Pretty gross. Then he intentionally licked his fingers again and handled his cards. So the floor got called again. Fun times. I didn't care, I knew eventually he would lose all his chips, hopefully to me but not the licked ones.
detroitdad
Royal Flush
That was a long time ago. 8ish years ago? That was the night that I sat down in the BB and woke up with A/A. First to act made it 15 bucks. I think he got 7 callers. I shoved and a guy holding pocket sixes called and I won a nice pot. I thought. Wow, Casino poker is really easy lol
WedgeRock
Royal Flush
Luckboxes gonna luckbox.
detroitdad
Royal Flush
Luckboxes gonna luckbox.
Amen brother!!! Gotta win somehow.
ando5k
High Hand
I had something similar happen to me a couple years ago at Firekeepers. First hand at 1-2 and I bought for the full $400 Sit in behind the button. Button Straddles to 5, SB calls, BB calls, UTG raises to 20, I'm thinking to myself holy crap this is a loose game. Next guy calls, next guy calls. Pot is at 80. I look down to KK. Insta shove, folds back to UTG. He sits there and says "I have never seen you before so I have to call," and calls off about $120, which I guess isn't too bad cause he was getting 2-1 with all the dead money. Flop comes K55. I show him the KK. He said "I should have known you were a nit" and rolls 76 offsuit to show he is a moron. $200 first hand. Everybody folded to all my raises the rest of the game. It was ridiculous.
1A25R
Flush
hilarious..
C'on !!
he just paid on tilt because that guy want to steal the dead money....
asian bino
Two Pair
This took place and was written in 2010 by me. June 30th to be precise.
LLM is my buddy, the "Low Limit Monster" so named for wrecking 3-6 and 4-8 limit games.
I then decide to chase the bad Beat Jackpot with the LLM at the 2-4 limit table at the Gold Coast, since it shares the BBJ with the Orleans, and it is now approaching 150k$! Luckily there is a 3-6 game going, so the boredom factor is slightly reduced. The first 40 minutes is boring, and I am losing about 60 bucks, then, a series of interesting events occurs.
I am in the 2 seat, and the LLM is in the 3. A black guy with tremendously bloodshot eyes sits down in the 4 seat. He is talking on the phone, and in a language I do not recognize. He plays a few hands (apparently he had been at a different table previously) and is not holding up the game, but decides to leave the table, still on the phone. He returns and is STILL on the phone. A rather large (for the 3-6 game) pot gets going between on-the-phone-guy (PhG) and the 10 seat, and possibly a third player, with much raising and reraising. Action is now on PhG after the turn, and he is now heads up with seat 10. The tiny Asian dealer tells him that it is now time to get off the phone. He looks her in the eye and says "Please do not tell me that" in a firm but quiet voice. Dealer instacalls the floor, and Floor comes over to see what's up. Dealer tells floor that this guy has been on the phone for over 10 minutes, and he is now slowing up the game. Floor tells PhG "Sir, please hang up the phone and play your hand.� PhG does not do anything....continues talking. Floor says "Sir, Hang up the phone now." PhG does not even LOOK at him.
Floor says "Sir, Did you hear me? If you do not hang up right now, I'm going to kill your hand." LLM and I are slowly backing our chairs away from the table, and I'm looking for a beer bottle cuz we can see what is about to happen. PhG does NOT hang up, Floor says "His hand is dead." Dealer starts to push pot to seat 10; PhG goes ballistic, reaches into the pot and grabs a handful of chips, and starts berating the Floor, saying that the other dealers had let him talk on the phone, blah blah....Floor is walking away to call security and PhG is getting louder, still holding about 15$ from the pot in his hand....Floor points him out to security and says 'HE'S leaving!' and security escorts him out of view, while he is still pleading his case. Then the floor asks the table what we think the guy had in his hand for chips, and we come up with about 14$, which he removes from the drawer and gives to the 10-seat....Cool!
Very soon thereafter, seat 4 is filled again with a New Player (NP) we play about 2 orbits, and I pay my blinds, and when I am in middle position, I go for a bio break. I make it a fairly quick one. I walk by NP, who is having a smoke.
When I return, LLM informs me that, to minimize blind-payment, I should leave the table when it is my BB, and then return on my BB. I inform HIM that if my blinds are 'up to date', even if I'm not at the TABLE, if the BBJackpot hits, I get a share. As he is rolling his eyes at the improbability of this occurrence, the Floor announces to the room that the BBJ was just hit at the Orleans, and for the dealer to note all the 'active' players for their share of the BBJ. LLM looks at me and we both start laughing uncontrollably that 1) the improbable has just occurred 2) if the angry guy hadn't been on the phone, he would have had a share and 3) NP in seat 4 did *not* pay his blinds, and he ain't gettin nuthin'.
We ended up getting 334 each 'room share'
LLM is my buddy, the "Low Limit Monster" so named for wrecking 3-6 and 4-8 limit games.
I then decide to chase the bad Beat Jackpot with the LLM at the 2-4 limit table at the Gold Coast, since it shares the BBJ with the Orleans, and it is now approaching 150k$! Luckily there is a 3-6 game going, so the boredom factor is slightly reduced. The first 40 minutes is boring, and I am losing about 60 bucks, then, a series of interesting events occurs.
I am in the 2 seat, and the LLM is in the 3. A black guy with tremendously bloodshot eyes sits down in the 4 seat. He is talking on the phone, and in a language I do not recognize. He plays a few hands (apparently he had been at a different table previously) and is not holding up the game, but decides to leave the table, still on the phone. He returns and is STILL on the phone. A rather large (for the 3-6 game) pot gets going between on-the-phone-guy (PhG) and the 10 seat, and possibly a third player, with much raising and reraising. Action is now on PhG after the turn, and he is now heads up with seat 10. The tiny Asian dealer tells him that it is now time to get off the phone. He looks her in the eye and says "Please do not tell me that" in a firm but quiet voice. Dealer instacalls the floor, and Floor comes over to see what's up. Dealer tells floor that this guy has been on the phone for over 10 minutes, and he is now slowing up the game. Floor tells PhG "Sir, please hang up the phone and play your hand.� PhG does not do anything....continues talking. Floor says "Sir, Hang up the phone now." PhG does not even LOOK at him.
Floor says "Sir, Did you hear me? If you do not hang up right now, I'm going to kill your hand." LLM and I are slowly backing our chairs away from the table, and I'm looking for a beer bottle cuz we can see what is about to happen. PhG does NOT hang up, Floor says "His hand is dead." Dealer starts to push pot to seat 10; PhG goes ballistic, reaches into the pot and grabs a handful of chips, and starts berating the Floor, saying that the other dealers had let him talk on the phone, blah blah....Floor is walking away to call security and PhG is getting louder, still holding about 15$ from the pot in his hand....Floor points him out to security and says 'HE'S leaving!' and security escorts him out of view, while he is still pleading his case. Then the floor asks the table what we think the guy had in his hand for chips, and we come up with about 14$, which he removes from the drawer and gives to the 10-seat....Cool!
Very soon thereafter, seat 4 is filled again with a New Player (NP) we play about 2 orbits, and I pay my blinds, and when I am in middle position, I go for a bio break. I make it a fairly quick one. I walk by NP, who is having a smoke.
When I return, LLM informs me that, to minimize blind-payment, I should leave the table when it is my BB, and then return on my BB. I inform HIM that if my blinds are 'up to date', even if I'm not at the TABLE, if the BBJackpot hits, I get a share. As he is rolling his eyes at the improbability of this occurrence, the Floor announces to the room that the BBJ was just hit at the Orleans, and for the dealer to note all the 'active' players for their share of the BBJ. LLM looks at me and we both start laughing uncontrollably that 1) the improbable has just occurred 2) if the angry guy hadn't been on the phone, he would have had a share and 3) NP in seat 4 did *not* pay his blinds, and he ain't gettin nuthin'.
We ended up getting 334 each 'room share'
Perhaps around 2010 I’m in the Luxor (or another casino close by: don’t remember given I’ve slept since then)... playing 1/2 nlhe.
Player two spots to my right was an Aussie. I only know this because he was absolutely hammered and announcing it to the world.
I wasn’t in the hand given I folded pre-flop. Aussie is was in the hand and betting. Flop comes and he bets again. 2-3 others left in the hand. Turn comes and it’s his turn to act and he’s stalled, perplexed at his hand.
It shortly comes to light that the dealer messed up and he somehow got THREE HOLE CARDS.
...and he was playing them.
...and only noticed an issue at the turn.
The dealer called over the pit boss who declared his hand dead (or perhaps the entire round... don’t remember).
Aussie gets irate and argues that the decision was unfair given he was going to win the hand!
Of course it’s a good hand... genius! If only we were playing crazy pineapple.
He wouldn’t give up, getting louder and more hostile. He was soon escorted from the table by casino personnel and that’s the last I saw of him.
Player two spots to my right was an Aussie. I only know this because he was absolutely hammered and announcing it to the world.
I wasn’t in the hand given I folded pre-flop. Aussie is was in the hand and betting. Flop comes and he bets again. 2-3 others left in the hand. Turn comes and it’s his turn to act and he’s stalled, perplexed at his hand.
It shortly comes to light that the dealer messed up and he somehow got THREE HOLE CARDS.
...and he was playing them.
...and only noticed an issue at the turn.
The dealer called over the pit boss who declared his hand dead (or perhaps the entire round... don’t remember).
Aussie gets irate and argues that the decision was unfair given he was going to win the hand!
Of course it’s a good hand... genius! If only we were playing crazy pineapple.
He wouldn’t give up, getting louder and more hostile. He was soon escorted from the table by casino personnel and that’s the last I saw of him.
WedgeRock
Royal Flush
I read that and immediately heard in my head Joe Hachem saying, "Pass the sugar!"
It must be something in the water in AC. Nowadays I play pretty much exclusively at Borgata. As nice of a place that it is, there always seems to be at least 1 or 2 crazy things that happen in the card room every time I’m there.
But nothing compares to the shit that used to go on at the Taj poker room years ago.
I actually saw a guy reach into a pot to retreave his chips after his hand lost and started hauling ass toward the exit. It was a Saturday afternoon and the room was packed. The dealer yelled for security and the floor. Just as the guy reaches the entrance he gets tackled by the guy he lost the hand to.
Security shows up about 30 seconds later to break up the melee and straighten out the mess.
After about 10 minutes they end up ejecting the guy who ran with the chips and things get back to normal.
All kinds of craziness in casino cardrooms.
OP
OP
When I was at the Borgata in Feb. there was a guy literally throwing chips in the air and hitting the ceiling as he was mad he lost the hand. Sounded like firecrackers going off everytime they hit. I was later impressed as that ceiling is very high. Six security members escorted him out in about a minute. They were however picking up chips for long time afterwards though. My buddy and I figured in Jersey it must be all the steroids some of these dudes are on.
Doesn’t surprise me a bit! Borgata’s poker slogan is “Attitude Encouraged”. There is definitely plenty of attitude in that room most of the time. Definitely entertaining for sure.
Mongoose
Full House
Back in the mid to late 80’s I use to frequent the Normandie Club in Gardena, CA (sadly no longer there). Back in the day it was certainly nothing fancy. Three crazy things stuck out in my memory.
1. It’s late one Saturday night. Some guy racks up after having a great run. For his own entertainment, he takes a rack of $1’s and throws them up in the air. He proceeded to laugh historically as people dove on the floor to scoop up as many chips as they could.
2. Late one night a huge game of Pai Gao breaks out. One player acting as bank puts up a huge wad of cash in addition to the chips, daring the other players to play as deep as they wanted. Soon a crowd gathers around the table. One guy makes his way to the table, grabs the cash and bolts. No, security was not great there at that time!
3. I’m walking into the club, some dude is walking out. The valet pulls up and some guy jumps in the car and takes off. The guy who had been walking out of the club goes running after the car shouting, “hey that’s my car, that’s my car!!!”
Those were the days!
1. It’s late one Saturday night. Some guy racks up after having a great run. For his own entertainment, he takes a rack of $1’s and throws them up in the air. He proceeded to laugh historically as people dove on the floor to scoop up as many chips as they could.
2. Late one night a huge game of Pai Gao breaks out. One player acting as bank puts up a huge wad of cash in addition to the chips, daring the other players to play as deep as they wanted. Soon a crowd gathers around the table. One guy makes his way to the table, grabs the cash and bolts. No, security was not great there at that time!
3. I’m walking into the club, some dude is walking out. The valet pulls up and some guy jumps in the car and takes off. The guy who had been walking out of the club goes running after the car shouting, “hey that’s my car, that’s my car!!!”
Those were the days!
WedgeRock
Royal Flush
I think you're confused, that was at the Tangiers in Vegas, not the Normandie Club in Gardena.
Mongoose
Full House
^ haha. Yes, that was a great scene!
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