Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[tikay]

I was told that a strict interpretation of the (Grosvenor?) rules would mean that the players hand would be dead and he would forfit the pot.

In the event, his hand was mucked and his chips returned.

That's a shocker!

Was there a request for a Ruling when the incident first occurred, & if so, by whom - a player, or the Dealer?

I also wonder - though you'd not know I guess - if his hand was "protected" by a Card-Marker.

[bobby1]

I was told that a strict interpretation of the (Grosvenor?) rules would mean that the players hand would be dead and he would forfit the pot.

In the event, his hand was mucked and his chips returned.

That is crazy.

[TightEnd]

I agree, I've seen a precedent though..in Grosvenor Luton..old Luton..I beleive

hand was mucked

[kinboshi]

That does sound like a ridiculous case of sticking to the letter of the law without engaging the brain or common sense.

Looks like you need one of these butter dishes to protect your cards.  Wonder if we could get some blonde-branded ones...

[boldie]

That does sound like a ridiculous case of sticking to the letter of the law without engaging the brain or common sense.

Looks like you need one of these butter dishes to protect your cards.  Wonder if we could get some blonde-branded ones...

now THAT would be funny to take to the WSOP and  you get on the telly table.

[RED-DOG]

Boilled bacon, cabbage, and taters..

[bobby1]

Boilled bacon, cabbage, and taters..

mmmm the real salty bacon too that leaves you needing a gallon of water afterwards.Or is that just how my mum cooks it?

[RED-DOG]

American TV. What is it with Americans?



I enjoy programmes like "Crime scene investigation" "FBI" "Seconds From Disaster" etc etc.

These are first class, big budget, factual programmes that are produced to the highest standard.

So why do they spoil every one by giving you a 60 second run through of all the relevant facts, including bits of footage, at the start of the show.

"See how mass murderer Mr X the janitor terrorises his neighbourhood"

"Watch as the NYPD conduct a meticulous investigation and apprehend the fiendish felon"

"Then Witness his trial, and see him sentenced to death + 500 years in a federal penitentiary"

Well thanks a bunch. It's not worth watching now FFS.

[RED-DOG]

Boilled bacon, cabbage, and taters..

mmmm the real salty bacon too that leaves you needed a gallon of water afterwards.Or is that just how my mum cooks it?

That's the one Phil, your mam was spot on.

[Karabiner]

That does sound like a ridiculous case of sticking to the letter of the law without engaging the brain or common sense.

Looks like you need one of these butter dishes to protect your cards.  Wonder if we could get some blonde-branded ones...

now THAT would be funny to take to the WSOP and  you get on the telly table.

When I made my one and only appearance in the WSOP main event in 2005, one of the guys sat at my table was the manager of his son's little league baseball team who had just won the little league world series. The guy was using the trophy which is about the same size as our FA Cup as a card protector....

Needless to say the ESPN cameras were attracted over which achieved his main objective no doubt.

[bobby1]

Boilled bacon, cabbage, and taters..

mmmm the real salty bacon too that leaves you needed a gallon of water afterwards.Or is that just how my mum cooks it?

That's the one Phil, your mam was spot on.

Lovely. Boiled bacon reminds me of my childhood, As a fellow Sheffielder in those days allow me a little childhood story.

In the late 70's my dad found that type setting printers were obsolete as new technology evolved and found himself made redundant. My mum got a job with Hillard's the supermarket on the road that leads from The Pheasant at Sheff Lane top all the way to Ecclesfield, next to the old Huntsmen pub if you know it. We were super poor at that stage and on Fridays mums job was to work the meat counter in the supermarket.

At the end of the day the employees were allowed to buy the remaining meats at a knock down price and mum used to bring home bacon bones that were 2p a pound. We used to sit in the front room waiting for mum to come downthe drive and we would appear like the shopkeeper from Mr Benn the minute she walked thru the door to see what 'goodies' she had got.Now there wasn't much on these bones and certainly not enough to feed 5 hungry mouths so mum used to boil the bones in big pot until the meat came off. Into the liquid she would add some spuds and a few carrots and voila we had a bacon tasting stew that had cost all of about 4p to make.

On one occasion she brought home a tin of Italian meatballs that she had bought for 2p as the tin was all banged up and to make the tin stretch to 5 she added some water to it and we all got 2 meatballs each with our watery gravy, spuds and veg.

Thinking back it truly amazes me how we lived in those days and how my parents survived with little more than we would consider the bare minimum these days. I can remember one of my brothers getting a Caramac for his birthday that he then had to share with the rest of us so in effect he got 2 squares of chocolate that year.They used to tell us stories of Christmas in the 50's and 60's where they got Oranges wrapped up as Christmas presents or their elder brothers/sisters shoes that were handed down to them as birthday gifts.

Happy days and its strange how you remember things like bacon bones and meatballs 30 years later isn't it?

[AlexMartin]

Red-Dog, could you bring out a book please. Id particualrly like to hear about countryside adventures/poker fun stories (not tournament reports) and general life moments (like the septic tank guy). Top dollar most def paid. 

[RED-DOG]

Boilled bacon, cabbage, and taters..

mmmm the real salty bacon too that leaves you needed a gallon of water afterwards.Or is that just how my mum cooks it?

That's the one Phil, your mam was spot on.

Lovely. Boiled bacon reminds me of my childhood, As a fellow Sheffielder in those days allow me a little childhood story.

In the late 70's my dad found that type setting printers were obsolete as new technology evolved and found himself made redundant. My mum got a job with Hillard's the supermarket on the road that leads from The Pheasant at Sheff Lane top all the way to Ecclesfield, next to the old Huntsmen pub if you know it. We were super poor at that stage and on Fridays mums job was to work the meat counter in the supermarket.

At the end of the day the employees were allowed to buy the remaining meats at a knock down price and mum used to bring home bacon bones that were 2p a pound. We used to sit in the front room waiting for mum to come downthe drive and we would appear like the shopkeeper from Mr Benn the minute she walked thru the door to see what 'goodies' she had got.Now there wasn't much on these bones and certainly not enough to feed 5 hungry mouths so mum used to boil the bones in big pot until the meat came off. Into the liquid she would add some spuds and a few carrots and voila we had a bacon tasting stew that had cost all of about 4p to make.

On one occasion she brought home a tin of Italian meatballs that she had bought for 2p as the tin was all banged up and to make the tin stretch to 5 she added some water to it and we all got 2 meatballs each with our watery gravy, spuds and veg.

Thinking back it truly amazes me how we lived in those days and how my parents survived with little more than we would consider the bare minimum these days. I can remember one of my brothers getting a Caramac for his birthday that he then had to share with the rest of us so in effect he got 2 squares of chocolate that year.They used to tell us stories of Christmas in the 50's and 60's where they got Oranges wrapped up as Christmas presents or their elder brothers/sisters shoes that were handed down to them as birthday gifts.

Happy days and its strange how you remember things like bacon bones and meatballs 30 years later isn't it?

What a fantastic story Phil, it gave me goosebumps.

I know loads of Gypsy families who were on the breadline like us. They too survived on the "leftover" food from this or that shop.

Most of them have a good standard of living now, and one or two are quite wealthy, but they will travel miles to find a butcher who still does bacon bones.

[Dingdell]

While trying not to turn this thread into a Monty Python sketch - we were so poor that our house was without carpet but not to be trendy - we just couldn't afford any. Our treat was if my mum had got a bag of broken biscuits - there would always be some that weren't broken - it was like finding the holy grail if you got a whole one!

Amazing what made us happy in those days.

[bobby1]

While trying not to turn this thread into a Monty Python sketch - we were so poor that our house was without carpet but not to be trendy - we just couldn't afford any. Our treat was if my mum had got a bag of broken biscuits - there would always be some that weren't broken - it was like finding the holy grail if you got a whole one!

Amazing what made us happy in those days.

Thanks Red. Spookily enough Tracey mum used to get a box of broken biscuits for us at Christmas and you are right we all used to have to dig our arm in without looking and you got whatever you pulled out. If you got an unbroken one you were treated like the luckiest kid alive.