Earlier this week my poker buddies, along with a few of our wives climbed into the Fur Bus for a day at Harrah's in Cherokee, North Carolina. Upon arrival, we found a black jack table and after an hour of play, I walked away a few dollars up. We then headed to the poker room, registered and waited to be notified of an available seat. At first, I confess a bit of concern when on the board listing the available games, was boldly typed ‘PLO 100-200’. The days excursion was to leave behind the news yet staring at me were the letters PLO. Was there a field trip from Ramallah? After an inquiry, I was told the letters stood for ‘Pot Limit Omaha׳. Relieved, I patiently waited till my name was called, then took a seat and played for about five hours. I had a wonderful time. Kibbitzed with the locals, but left the table with no chips.
As do all gamblers, we don’t anticipate winning and so budget our losses to be reasonable and affordable. That being said, I confess that I expected to do better than I did, perhaps even turn a small profit since our day at the casino was Tuesday. Tradition considers Tuesday to be a day that brings good fortune. The mazeldik day of the week. In the familiar story of creation, 'And God saw that it was good' is mentioned twice. The sages interpreted this extra dose of praise as a divine gesture and encouraged weddings on Tuesdays. Additionally, Tuesday was understood as an auspicious day to move into a new home or start a new job. It was also said that Christopher Columbus (nee Colon, a Jewish name) switched his original departure date to Tuesday, giving rise to the intriguing notion that he was actually a marrano.
All that being said, I lost a few dollars but enjoyed myself. Next visit, perhaps, I'll play the roulette wheel and put my money only on eighteen and thirty- six. I've given up on mazeldik Tuesday, but maybe chai will work better. But the one-armed goniff, never.