Me: Well... they have casinos there.
Jill: Are we going to any casinos?
Me: (very whipped) That depends on if you want to go.
That's why I play no-limit. It gives me the bankroll to play this game.
-Guy at Boomtown's 3/6 limit table
NEW ORLEANS -- It's the French Quarter, home of the hurricane, Cafe Du Monde, and ... heads up poker.
I'm with Jill in some bar across the street from Cafe Du Monde. She's just reraised me $8 and I'm all-in with 77.
She turns over 44 and lets out a small shriek when she sees my cards. She's just starting out and doesn't know she's a 1-4 dog, but she knows when she's behind.
It's the perfect vacation. I'm in New Orleans with a girl who looks a lot like Kate Winslet and have been teaching her Texas hold'em. I hope that I've taught her the right things -- what cards are good preflop heads-up, when to fold, when to push all-in. It's kind of like ol' Ben Kenobi showing Luke his first lightsaber tricks -- how much can that old guy impart?
Of course, I think I'm showing her the right things, without her knowing why. Always be aggressive with good cards. Show it if you win without having it -- then bet the same way with the nut later on. Fling 'em if your cards don't pan out.
New Orleans is the perfect place for gambling. The booze is already there. Harrah's New Orleans is an amazing casino for a place outside of Las Vegas. It has the presence of a flagship casino, but there aren't any others around. The nearest other poker room is the famous Boomtown (which poker dealers in Biloxi always talked about), about 15 minutes away.
The flop comes. She gets a 4 on the first card and the dog hand becomes the winner. Her eyes light up when I push the pot over to her.
Of course, poker is not all fun and games. I show her the rabbit after I bet her out of the pot. The river would have been a five, and she would have won with a boat.
"I would have won that -- if you didn't bet crazily," she says.
"I have a feeling I'm going to get kicked out of the hotel room," I say nervously.
The good news is that the lessons have taken hold. She asks if I brought the new pair of plastic cards that I bought in the French Quarter to dinner.
She also wants to head to the Gulf Coast -- Biloxi. I didn't even bring it up.
We are so going there. I think of the poker rooms there. And the rocky locals. I wish Mark also were able to return with me, the very first time in nearly a year that any of us have returned, but sometimes a wayward Jedi has to go it alone. I have revenge in mind.