Pic: Vegas-area limit poker enthusiasts should be able to pinpoint this location to within a few feet. Las Vegas, NV
My plan was to take a break from walking by staying in Vegas for a few nights. It didn’t take long to remember that was a stupid idea. The Donald Trump-sized blister on my foot was not amused with the endless hallway that lead to my room. (It was quiet down on the corner, however, so worth the prolonged limp.)
Long ago, I lived here in the desert and played poker regularly. I don’t miss either of those things, but I enjoy visiting now and then — especially in a poker market with enough density to support a few non-Holdem games. Vegas is one of those markets and The Orleans is the last bastion of Omaha/8 in the valley. Omaha/8, if you don’t know, is just like Holdem except you get more cards, the pot is split between the best hand and the worst hand, and it is only played by people born before or during the Coolidge administration.
The poker room at the Orleans — catering, presumably, to the blue-haired regulars that keep the games running — had Fox News on one of the TVs, covering the West Virginia primaries. They had some WV legislator talking about how the only candidate he could support was Trump because Trump is for coal, which he called “the most sustainable energy source”. I chuckled aloud (you keep using that word…), but everyone thought I was laughing at the flop action on an 865 rainbow board.
Danger Beyond This Point 