Recently I have been playing quite often in our capital city (where I do not live in) and have been exploring poker rooms to widen my network and meet new people. However that means I am opened to risks as not every poker room is as secure as the other. It was my night off but I was invited to an intriguing USD 10/25 game and so I obliged. As soon as I reached there heavy rain poured down so I couldn't cross the road to get there. Maybe the rain was a warning sign that I did not see. However the car ride took 30+ minutes I wasn't about to turn back because of some rain. (mistake #1)
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| I wasn't busted at this game, but I heard they were raided too |
Finally the game started 5 handed, but I ran good and doubled up quickly. But after some unfortunate hands I was actually stuck a few hundred. So about 2.5 hours in I announced my last 2 orbits. On my last orbit I won a significant pot from another player and being the steady, sporting player I was, I offered to extend another orbit (mistake #2). Guy next to me jokingly said I shouldn't play until UTG as usually the last hand is a sick cooler. I should stop at UTG1. I didn't listen to him (mistake #3) Finally I got up and cash out a pretty decent profit of $1750. The host offered to book a car for me which is worth $5, and the Chinese blood in me loved free things. The car was 10 minutes away so I hung around the game for another 5 minutes before leaving (mistake #4) When I left the premises, before I reached the elevators, I saw them, a bunch of 6/7 police officers in plain clothes, carrying a sledgehammer and lock cutter. They stopped me and escorted me back to the room assuming I came from there. I told them I wasn't and I didn't know any of them. Helper #1 followed my story and said he didn't know me. Helper #2 panicked and said he knew me. Gg.com (mistake #5)
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| Not the kind of bonding I was looking for |
The way we were treated, yelled at, dragged around in handcuffs and chained together, locked in cages and trucks, served shitty packs of food scraps, barely enough water to keep us hydrated, 24 hour lighted cells, hard wood and cement floors to sleep on, a dirty toilet no one dared to use... all this for playing poker?!? We felt like we had committed some serious crime. In some other countries our profession is actually admired and respected. In this country, we are savages, animals, below human. I used to love to visit zoos. After this experience I feel bad for the caged animals. Maybe zoos are bad after all.
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| Hard way to earn an easy living |
Time passing when locked up and unsure about your fate is a terrible feeling. It is always nice to have hope, but the feeling when your hopes are dashed hurts even more than the joy it brought. Luckily I had a good friend with me and made new ones as well. The whole ordeal until I was finally free took probably 44 hours, but guess what I did right after I got out? I went to play poker of course. This is a game that I love, a career that has afforded me a wonderful lifestyle, lots of time for my loved ones, I am not going to let some stupid archaic rules ruin that for me. Of course I am going to be more selective on where I play, because honestly at my age, I am too old for this sh*t. Btw, throwback to my first experience in 2015 here.
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