Showing posts with label Prairie Meadows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prairie Meadows. Show all posts

January 18, 2010

Dumb and Dumberer—New Rules at the Prairie Meadows Poker Room

My home poker room is at Prairie Meadows Racetrack & Casino in Altoona, Iowa, a suburb of Des Moines. I affectionately refer to it as “The Meadows ATM”. It’s not the biggest or shiniest room around, but it has good action and the best dealers in the state, not to mention being less than 30 minutes from home, and 15 minutes from the office. Altogether it’s not a bad place to call home base; at least until the casino gaming management monkeys decided to throw some poop around.

In the past couple of months, two new and rather idiotic decisions have been implemented by upper management: a) a complete ban on the use of cell phones in the poker room, and b) closing the poker room every day from 4:00 to 8:00 a.m., even if there are games in progress. Banning cell phones is stupid-annoying. Closing the poker room is stupid-destructive.


I understand and agree with banning phone conversations at the table—none of us need to hear another player arguing with the spousal unit about where he is and what time he’s coming home, or lining up child care for their after-midnight session. But texting, emailing, Twittering, Facebooking, etc. is rather innocuous. People these days expect to be able to communicate on a whim, whether it be to make dinner or bar plans, tell a spousal unit what time to be home, share a joke, whine about a bad beat, or taunt a buddy about the big game.

About the only coherent explanation for the ban is an attempt to prevent collusion. But these concerns are rather far-fetched. In order for collusion to work via texting, two players would need to: a) be at the same table, b) both hold hands relevant to the play, c) be against a third player, d) hit a board where the third player will play and lose; and e) be able to text quickly enough to be useful but discretely enough not to get caught. I seriously doubt a confluence of all of those events would ever happen at a basic small stakes cash game or small buy-in tourney, particularly given the poor risk-reward ratio. This is a rule in search of a problem.*

The room closure issue is much more significant. Although there were often no games during those hours Monday-Thursday, during the weekend games routinely went all night. The rule is obviously intended to save employee costs for staffing a room with no games, but the rule has had a lot of unintended negative consequences:
  • People leaving the bars after midnight no longer want to come out and play for only a couple of hours.
  • People who target the drunk crowd go home earlier knowing that the bar crowd isn’t coming out in large numbers.
  • People don’t want to play as late or for as many buy-ins, since they don’t want to risk getting stuck 2+ buy-ins and not have the opportunity to get back to even.
  • Games take longer to get started the following day.

Obviously, if you have fewer players, the house gets less rake. It doesn’t look like this rule helps either the casino or the players. But this is what happens when bean counters with no understanding of the dynamics of poker make decisions based solely on spreadsheets and statistics.

It’s all almost enough to make me drive to the Horseshoe in Council Bluffs.

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* The 2010 WSOP rules were recently released, and essentially ban cell phone conversations at the table, but permit texting/emailing until players reach the money (see Rules 55 and 56).  Hard to imagine why a lowly 1/2 NLHE or 3/6 LHE cash game needs greater preventive security measures than a tournament with millions of dollars at stake.

January 15, 2010

Wine & Whine O' the Week (v. 1.2)

Our whine of the week comes courtesy of “Uber Nit”, a regular at my local casino, Prairie Meadows Racetrack & ATM in the greater Des Moines, IA area. Uber Nit is an interesting character who irritates most players, but usually amuses me. He’s notorious for playing super tight, getting tilty (and talking to himself) when one of his big hands gets snapped, and pulling a hit and run at the 2/5 NL game before dropping down to the 1/2 NL game so he can take his profit out of play.

Last night, I played a short session with college buddy “Santa Claus” who was in town on business. When a seat came open at my table, Santa moved over with his stack of about $350. Santa wandered off until the button passed, at which point the following exchange occurred:


Uber Nit:  He can’t come in for more than $300.

Me:  Even if it’s a table change?

Uber Nit:  Yeah, he can’t come in for more than the table maximum.

Me:  So if you want to rathole some money, all you have to do is switch tables?

Uber Nit:  Well, if you table change you can put the extra money in your pocket.

Me:  Oh cool, so you can rathole.

Uber Nit:  I’m just saying that’s the rule.

Me:  Yeah, you would know the rules for ratholing.

This snappy comeback pairs nicely with the Gruet Brut NV Sparkling Wine from Gruet Winery in New Mexico, of all places. It is an excellent value, usually around the $15 retail price point. It has crisp green apple and grapefruit flavors, a citrus aroma, and plenty of creamy bubbles. Fun to drink on its own, but it also complements chicken, fish, pasta with cream sauce, and just about any other dish where you would usually drink a good white wine.



January 10, 2010

The crAAKKer Effect & the Uber-Cooler

Since I have been home alone on puppy duty this weekend, I have no new poker tales to pass along. However, this is a good opportunity to break into the cellar full of canned poker stories to illustrate what I will refer to as "the crAAKKer effect". Essentially, the crAAKKer effect means that my presence at the table twists the laws of probability so that not only are my chances of cracking AA & KK exponentially increased, but the odds of any player having those hands cracked also dramatically increase.* To say that I've seen more truly bizarre crackings of AA & KK than your average non-Euro donk is an understatement. But, I'll let you be the judge. Shake up a martini and ponder this tale of woe:


It was winter about 4-5 years ago. I was playing 1/2 NLHE at the local casino—Prairie Meadows Racetrack, Casino, & ATM in the greater Des Moines, Iowa area (to the extent Des Moines has a "greater" area, the poker room is it). A seat opens on my table. The open seat happens to be the 3 seat (end of the table), and is right next to the cage. New guy walks over, puts his rack of $300 in red down, posts, and starts to take off his coat. Local maniac raises to $15. New guy (still standing) looks at his cards and raises to $60. Folds back to maniac who pushes all-in, new guy snap calls. New guy shows AA, maniac has KK ... and a K flops. crAAKKed!

But wait! There's more! Oh ye of little faith ... New guy takes two steps to the cage to rebuy for $300 while being dealt in. New guy is waiting for his chips, looks at his cards, raises to $20. Folds to same maniac from prior hand, who reraises. New guy steps back from cage with his $300 rebuy, and pushes it all-in. Maniac snap calls. This time, new guy shows KK and maniac shows AA! Board runs out blanks, and new guy storms out of the room, down two buy-ins in two hands without ever even sitting down at the table! crAAKKed!

So, anyone still doubting the crAAKKer Effect? Care to play AA or KK at my table? Didn't think so ...

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*For those of you familiar with the Robert Jordan Wheel of Time series of novels, you might say that I'm a poker ta'veren.