h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm looking for people's experiences while playing poker. I want Comedy, Tragedy, Drama and etc. The page I want to put them on is A561007 which is Poker - Experiences. You can also get there from my personal space. Any stories woulsd be greatly appreciated. Cheers. (An example of one of mine is already on the page).

Researcher 176272
Name: Truck Driver in Darlington

or you can try this link!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/A561034

Cheers Z.
Don't know whether I'm coming or going sometimes!

TDiD

I can't believe the number of web - heads on this site who ar lacking poker experiences!

*astounded (again)*

Z.

No one here plays poker? Shame on you all.

Anyway, I'll post this here as well as on the correct entry page simply as a way of enticing some other sods to give Mr. Truck Driver a hand with his story collecting.

It was about six months ago that I was staying with a few friends in Liverpool. The night before I was due to get the train back home we all went to a lovely dingy little pub for a p*ss-up of almost Biblical proportions. I forget the name of the place, but it's just around the corner from Lime Street station by way of a couple of side-streets (which puts it somewhere near the back of the Adelphi Hotel if my memory serves me) Lovely place. Smoke hanging in the air, deep, throaty chatter from corner tables and stalls, and a fair shair of bar-hovering drunks. The three of us found a table, sat down, and proceeded to get fantastically drunk. As always, I had a deck of cards on me and pulled it out to do a series of magic tricks with the intention of astounding my friends. It worked. All the hours of practice had paid off and my sleight of hand was damn near undetectable. This should have been a good thing.

In restrospect, it was only the first of my mistakes.

My friends were having a damn good laugh and kept making suggestions like "It's up his sleeve, I can see it." Despite the fact that there was *in magician's voice* "Nothing up my sleeve."

This was the second mistake.

It wasn't long before we found that we had company. A huge, hulking sod of fantastic proportions and his weasely friend asked if we wanted a game of Poker. Now, when you're drunk and you have a deck of cards and someone offers you a game of something, you naturally believe that they're going to be real nice fellas, and you'll have a few great hands of Black Jack or Poker or somesuch and then you'll go home nice and happy. So we agreed to a game. Five card stud. Against the Hulk and Weasel Boy.

This turned out to be our third mistake. And believe me, this was the big one.

Sat in a circle around this table, cards held close to our chests and eyes on all the other players, smoke curling lazilly up into the thick air, we played a few hands. Weasel Boy betrayed his every hand by grinning if he had a good set of cards, and frowning if he had a bad set. He didn't seem to realise he was doing it either. But the big man, The Hulk, he was different. He was stony faced and silent. It was as though through sheer concentration he was willing the cards to change suit under his steady gaze.

Which I don't think they did. But you can never tell.

Now I'm a bit duff at Poker at the best of times, but I was riding a lucky streak a mile wide this night. I was winning money off my friends (which is good) and I was winning money off complete strangers (which is better).

Then it all went wrong.

"You f-ing cheat." the Hulk spat (though his actual words were unprintable, even without the help of the moderators), giving me a stare that was *not* in any confusion as to what it meant. This man was miffed. "You f-ing switched the cards you tw*t."

I ceased raking his coins over to my side of the table and froze.

"You were f-ing bluffing and then you go and pull all those cards out of you're sleeve so that you'd win. I saw you."

This was bad. This was very bad.

I rolled up my sleeves. "Look, I'm not hiding anything. It's just plain luck."

The Weasel was also staring at me. in a way that was somehow worse than his big friends beetled brows.

"I saw you doing those card tricks before, Magic Boy. You did it then and you're doing it now."

"Look, honestly, I'm not cheating. I swear." I was sh*tt*ng bricks here. I was drunk, so were my friends, and this psycopath and his ratty freind were going to kill us.

He didn't actually say as such, but my imagination was playing out all the nasty scenes from 'The Krays' on constant loop.

"Alright." the Hulk lowered back into his seat, "One more." and he started dealing out the cards. We played in complete silence. No one daring to stand up and say "You know what? Stuff this. I'm taking my winnings and going to bed you hairy knuckled throwback. And you, yes you, you little rodent, stop looking at me like that. Got it? Good."

We played on.

And we lost.

The big man had a Royal Flush. The rodent had a high straight. Me and my friends had nothing but the odd pair. The Hulk took the money up in his beg fists and sneered, rising from the table and storming off out the door with his pet weasel following just behind.

No one spoke. No one even moved. And then I picked up the deck and flipped over a few cards. As I said earlier, I'm a petty magician, and because of that I immediately noticed something about the cards. The b*****d had rigged them. Somehow (probably when he accused me of cheating) his little friend had ordered the cards so that, starting with the Hulk and dealing round, ending with the Weasel, they would pull out all the best cards. I flipped over a few more. If I or my friends had dropped any more cards, we would have picked up nothing but rubbish.

We'd been screwed.

For money or dignity or whatever. We had been screwed.

There's a lesson in there somewhere.

I was getting worried for a second there.
Cheers for sending it in (I've put it on the page and referenced your page!).
If u know anyone else who plays poker get them to send their stories in. I really want to try and make this page a half decent collection before I put it in for Peer review.

Cheers

TDiD

*bumps it up the list in the hope someones got a game or experience for the truckdriver towrite about*



Z.