Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Seat Change? Really?

Arriving fashionably late to the casino on Sunday I immediately signed up for seat 9 in the omaha game.  I was first on the list.  Sitting comfortably at an empty table, realized that the game was already in progress.  After a short time the guy in 9 gets up with a couple of trays of chips.  My name is not called, so eventually I enquire.  Seat open, and it is my favorite!!  Buying in for the usual $100, I am seated next to a couple of cute ladies who I later find out are visiting from Canada.  They are both rapidly burning through American dollars, one claims to be stuck $280, the other probably close.  Then one catches fire, collecting 3 high hands for over $400 and accumulating lots of chips.   Then the other starts piling up chips.  Me?  I steadily add to my stack, never dipping below $80, and eventually cashing out for $376.

When I racked the chips, the high hand lady requested my seat.  I said really?  You are in the hot seat.  She had burned through most of her chips, including the high hand money.  Did she really think the seat change would make her play better?

Poker players can be a superstitious lot (based on my view that seat 9 is lucky for me), but could not understand leaving a seat that was catching so many monsters.  Do fisherman leave the spot where they catch a few lunkers to move to a place where a more skillful guy is pulling in more small frie?  I would think not.  So tell me, do you have a lucky seat?  Do you move to a seat vacated by a big winner?

1 comment:

7 Dewey said...

For me it's more about comfort and visibility than luck. I don't like 1 or 9 because it's hard to see around the dealer & I invariably bonk my knee on the tip box LOL. I don't like 5 because I hate being stuck in the middle and it's hard to get in and out.

My favorites are 2-3 or 7-8 because I can easily see the entire table and everyone at it and they are easy access/egress. Numbers 4 or 6 are OK but not my first choice.

I rarely change seats unless I'm stuck in 5 which I absolutely hate. It's my firm belief that it's not the chair - it's the ass in the chair that makes the difference.