What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. &mdash Hamlet, II.ii
Dr. Pauly and I sat beneath a cloud of smoke that had drifted from the craps table, over the velvet rope, and into the “smoke free” poker area. We drank scotch and talked about cool poker nicknames.
“I don’t have one,” I said, “really.” I folded a hand I call “Michael Jackson,” which is any Queen with a little kicker.
“They should call you ‘Hamlet,'” Pauly said. He flashed me The Hammer and raised.
“Why?” I said.
“Because your kings always get killed.”
It was folded around to him, and he folded face up.
“HAMMER!” He shouted. The locals were not amused.
We laughed and laughed, clinked our glasses, and laughed some more. Life was good, we were young, in Vegas, and kicking the shit out of the locals in the 4-8 Hold ‘Em game at the Plaza . . .
I just had my unbeaten streak of PokerStars SNGs snapped . . . when I had kings.
It went like this: Kings in middle position, with two limpers. So I raised it up to 5x the BB, and four players stayed to see the flop. I wasn’t very happy about playing my kings in a multi-way pot, until the flop came Q-6-2 rainbow. I figured one of these guys paired his queen, but figured I would have been re-raised pre-flop if any of them held QQ, so I was pretty sure I was in the lead.
An early position player made a very small bet, it was folded to me, and I popped him back about 3x. It was folded to the BB, who immediately went all-in. I figured that he didn’t have a set, and put him on AQ, or QJ. (It was very unlikely that he had KQ since I already had the other two kings, but even if he did, I was still ahead.) He had me covered, so I called for the rest of my chips . . . and I was moderately happy when he turned up QJ. “Hooray for my great read,” I thought. “Now here comes the Jack.”
Sure enough, he caught a jack on the turn.
Gordinio: shows [Qd Js] (two pair, Queens and Jacks)
Wil Wheaton: shows [Kh Ks] (a pair of Kings)
Wil Wheaton said, “doh”
Gordinio collected 2700 from pot
Wil Wheaton said, “nh”
I had a great run there for a little while, including a few times when I was way behind on the flop, and made runner-runner to suck out when I really should have lost. Meh. That’s poker.
So the bad news is that I had to put a little -22 in my log book . . . but I think the nickname is official now, and Hamlet is just about the coolest nickname I think a guy could ask for (since, you know, Jesus is taken, and all.)