Vermin in the Vic

One thing that did get me worked up last night was the older, richer, lesser-skilled category of players that occupy the Vic.

Due to their 'wisdom' aka age and their supposed wealth, they think they own the joint. They all think they have amazing relationships with dealers and tournament directors, yet if they are so wealthy surely they would have the sense to realise that they are just pretending to be your friends so they can fleece you? After all, only the house wins...

One resident of the Vic, Robert I think his name is, was on my table, said hello etc etc. Nice guy when he's on his own. Was down about £30 but just playing for fun, intending to go in 10mins. Then this other fat, bald, grotesque person comes along, whom Robert obviously knew. This person had come from a losing session on Omaha and sat down with £100 on £1/£1. They instanstly started taking the piss out of the stake cos the pots are obviously a lot smaller than the tables these guys "could" play. What was really pathetic, and something I highlighted, was that Robert, a man in his 50s felt the need to engage in such juvenile remarks and even added £150 to his stack to look good. When the grotesque guy inflicted a bad beat on a guy to my left the guy smacked the table and left, to which they started sniggering and Robert came up with this beauty.."no no (to his mate), look at them..the average age at this table must be about 15, that guy probaby just put his wages on the table this week and lost it (lol). you have to understand the psychology of the table and use it..."

At which point I interjected cos it really pisses me off. For every 1 nice guy in the Vic there are 3 pricks like this.

I gave my own onslaught.."firstly, if you dont like the stake, there are other tables. whats highly amusing for us so-called 15 year olds is that you come over to this stake, berate it, yet 9 times out of 10 donate money to the table. whats also really pathetic is you are both in your 50s and feel the need to impress each other with your so-called wealth and good fortune. what you don't realise is half this place laughs at you while the other half pretend to be your friends whilst you donate hundreds of pounds a month to us. every night i come in here you are here, every night you want to feel part of the establishment and pretend to be this super rich person or someone with high status. at 50+ one would have hoped you would have learnt a few things from life, indeed more than myself and I am less than half your age. why are you even here? why are you playing 1/1 if you can afford to play stupid stakes? why? because you are not who you say you are, you come to the vic to pretend to be someone your not and its a chance to inflate your already over-inflated egos.."

or words to that effect..

the reply was this gem..."ooooh, who rattled your cage?"
i said, "i thought that was obvious but clearly you really do lack brains.."

20mins later they left and the dealer loved me. still didnt deal me aces though..


I was on tilt at the time but so many people want to say it, you can tell by the body language, so I just thought "fuck it, maybe I might even get respect"..

Will be interesting going back tonight if they are there..