So I sit down at a double-stack $30 table and wait for an opponent; one comes along fairly quickly. We play maybe 10 hands, then he times out. Next hand was a good one for me so I raised; I got the insta-fold that means his time-out has continued and FT is sitting him out. And the next hand. And the hand after that. It seemed pretty obvious to me that he fell dead asleep.
I did what any one of us would do; I auto-raised as quickly as I could. Is it legal? Of course. Is it ethical? That depends. The completely honorable thing to do, I suppose, is to time myself out so that we're both in that netherworld of poker; two card-playing nosferatu drinking each other's blood until the world ends. But brothers and sisters, I ain't got that kind of time. Or, for that matter, that kind of bankroll. I see a shot at a risk-free, if tedious, path to thirty squeeds and I took it. My fingers were lightning; I made a point of wasting zero time min-raising his button, while he insta-folded to mine. Within a matter of ten minutes I had his money.
And here's where it gets weird.
Like it does, at the end of the game FT offered us both a rematch. I started thinking to myself that if by a miracle he wakes up now, and offers me a rematch, I'll take it because that, at the very least, is the honorable thing to do; give the dude a shot at making his money back. But what were the odds of him waking up, mastering his faculties, and accepting a rematch in the ensuing 10 seconds or so?
Whatever the odds were, he beat them. Out of nowhere I see he offers a rematch! Before I can change my mind I accept . And it's Sleepy-pie vs. the Crafty Southpaw, round two.
We play maybe a half-dozen hands, and he...
he...
he FALLS ASLEEP AGAIN. And Buddha help me,once again I blind him down to the fingernails in 10 minutes. His last hand, the one he goes all-in with automatically, is 2-7. And now he's into me for sixty smacks that he didn't even stay awake for.
I admit with only a touch of shamefacedness that during the beginning of the second game I deliberately took my time making my plays, hoping to induce another bout of sleepy-time, a strategy that seemed to work. Actually I had employed this strategy before; many moons ago, a skirt that I was chasing (unsuccessfully, as it turned out) was a counselor at a group home. We wanted the residents to hurry up and go to sleep, so we both started yawning until our jaws were cracking like lobster claws. It worked to get them to go to sleep; it did not succeed in getting me laid, but no matter, no matter.
The more I think about it, the clearer the morality of my actions becomes. Lookit: poker is all about personal responsibility. YOU are responsible for the security of your hand. It's YOUR job to make sure the dealer doesn't accidentally muck your cards. YOU have to make sure no-one else can see your cards when you look at them. Someone shoots an angle and peeks in? Shame on YOU, not him (at least until you get outside, when a punch in the face isn't entirely out of order). So am I responsible for saving a dude who puts $60 down on the table and doesn't stay awake long enough to see how it disappeared? I gotta say, no.
I so wanted him to wake up, accept a third rematch, and give me more of his money. I'm telling you, if he did that I'd be texting him lullabies in the chat window. Alas, this time he stayed asleep, and the spigot of free money dried up.
So until next time, please remember that inducing sleep in people has its benefits, but blowjobs are not one of them.
