Teddy KGB Didn’t Have Shit

Allotta guys spend allotta time on the internet analyzing what Teddy KGB’s (John Malkovich’s) poker hand must have been in the final hand of Rounders, when Teddy famously loses it all to Mike McDermott (Matt Damon) and then tells Gramma to “Pay that man his money.” One the greatest scenes in one of the greatest movies of the 90’s, the decade acknowledged by anyone with a brain and/or testicles (or a single testicle, not to discriminate) as the greatest decade for movies in the history of movies.

Since the late 90’s, this single iconic scene from Rounders has provided me and my friends (and other guys I spend time with) so many lines that we still repeat to this day, whether gathered around a deck of cards, a craps table, or on a text string. To wit:

  • “No, no, no. He beat me. Pay that man his money.”
  • “I can go on bustin you up all night.”
  • “In my club, I will splash the pot whenever the fuck I please.”
  • “He lays down the monster.”

Maybe not so much the last one, but there are probably a couple that I missed, so whatever. Check it out for yourself.

But here’s the funny thing, and what got me back into the blogging game. All these young poker players online, with their blogs and their YouTubes and their TikTok’s, are all online analyzing and breaking down KGB’s bets on each round of that last hand, trying to figure out how he lost, or why he bet what he did. They of course know better, and argue he should have done this or done that. These fuckers, however, miss the point of the entire movie. And more importantly, poker was an entirely different game back then, on several levels. This iconic scene from the best poker movie ever must be understood in the context of history, which I will now endeavor to explain.

So where to begin. I think there are four main points here.

First off, in 1998 when Rounders came out, Texas Holdem was not the only poker game played, like it essentially is today. In the 80’s and 90’s, we played Texas Holdem at times, but the games were usually Dealer’s Choice, with each dealer picking the game as the cards went around the table. The dealer’s game could be a standard poker game, like 5 card draw or 7 card stud, or one of those games with wild cards or multiple rounds (7 Card Reckum, Jacks or Better to Open, Trips, etc.), or a variation of those games fucked up by the way the cards were laid on the table (Criss Cross) or played from a blind hand (Baseball). OR, and this was usually where I came in, we played games that required a loser to match the pot, such as Guts or Kentucky, and the doubled pot stayed for the next round, with the loser taking it in the ass and the pot growing and growing and growing until some guys were writing markers that a winner may or may not be able to collect, which is another story. And yea, sometimes we played Texas Holdem, but not exclusively.

Admittedly, the World Series of Poker has been a Texas Holdem tournament game since the 1970’s, but it was originally a cash game with a variety of poker games. People forget that. Regardless, Texas Holdem didn’t catch on with most poker players until the 2000’s when ESPN started broadcasting the tournament.

But the point is that we played a lot of poker back in the day, but different types of games, and developed a feel for what might or might not win. We weren’t using statistics or following rules or what some book said to do in a particular situation, like it was Blackjack and there was a chart of hands. There were no right answers. That was the state of play at the time of Rounders. All the YouTube “experts” analyzing Teddy KGB’s game forget that.

Here’s what else they miss from 1998. Back in the day, we couldn’t get on a computer and play thousands of hands, and tournaments all night every night, learning what hands to play to start, and how to bet them against a big blind raise, or a second position check raise compared to the size of the pot and all that shit these tech geniuses study and talk about these days. All we had in 1998 was our smarts and our guts and our testes, and a pregnant wife who would yell down the stairs to the basement that it was time for all of your friends (and the other guys there) to go home because it was late and we were keeping her up.

So back to Teddy KGB and his decisions in that iconic scene, and the three other points the movie is about, namely, Tells, Bluffs and being On Tilt.

The key plot of the movie is obviously Teddy KGB’s Tells with the Oreo cookies. In the second to last game shown, after a shitty but connected flop, Teddy opens his Oreo cookie, and then eats it. Damon has a pair of Kings. Damon folds, but shows the Kings, letting Teddy KGB know that he has figured him out, which made no sense whatsoever except for the plot development. Teddy then throws his Oreo’s against the wall right by Gramma’s ear, knowing that Damon has treated him like he had just torn down the Berlin Wall.

Tells are a real thing, you guys. And that was the main point and poker lesson of the movie, along with “You can sheer a sheep many times, but skin him only once.” Amarillo Slim held to his father’s maxim on that point.

That was the point of the movie, that Teddy had a tell. I was shown in the movie and you could pick it up if you paid attention. That was good enough for us back then, and in my book, it still us.

And on the other two points, Teddy doesn’t have a hand. He is bluffing the entire time on that last hand. Maybe he has a ten, who gives a shit. HE IS BLUFFING. But more importantly, Damon knows Teddy is ON TILT (also a real thing). He busted him up and he will do irrational shit. So Damon doesn’t bet the nut straight and lets Teddy KGB go full wild Russian on whatever bullshit hand he had and couldn’t read because he was blind drunk on vodka and Oreos. Makes perfect sense.

But those were simpler times, and probably more fun, if we are being honest with one another. No need to analyze whatever hand he had.

Or maybe he had a pair of 10’s and wasn’t bluffing. Who the fuck knows.

Spotify is OK, I Guess

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Inspired by SeaDick’s blog of yesterday covering the latest music, I planted myself in front of my laptop and ridiculously giant extra screen to blog about the Sopranos’ anniversary.  Figured I would acknowledge the truth of SeaDick’s allegations regarding my musical proclivities, and move on with some deep thoughts about the greatest television show of all time.  Having been called out by SeaDick, I had to at least give him the goddamn common courtesy of checking out this “Spotify” thing, and the new music he is promoting.  Anyway, this is awesome!

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I Got Caught Watching Porn But I Did Not Have an Affair

Trump and Stormy

 Some MAGAt Trumpster at the Federalist delivered a broadside last week claiming that “You’re Not Allowed to Knock Trump for Stormy Daniels If You Watch Porn.”  Yes, that was the actual headline.  The full article is here.  So many ways to go with this one, but let’s just hit the high points and then take a deep dive into the logic at play which, although erroneous, is kind of interesting.  And, that headline will be a little confusing at first, especially for Republicans, but I promise I to tie this all up like a Christmas bow by the end.  So hang in there.

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Did I Get Roofied in Cabo, or am I a Lightweight? An Investigation

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Got a call from Mongo a few weeks ago, who was in Cabo for the week for a wedding.  Mongo asked me to come down to Cabo to work on a proposal we needed to get done to get some new business.  Mongo said he was staying in some ridiculous house in Cabo, with its own pool and a “casita.”  A “casita” is a “small house or outer building.”  Mongo said I would actually be doing him a favor if I stayed in the casita so he wouldn’t feel like he was wasting money having that little house out there sitting empty.  Wanting to help Mongo out, and considering that the stay would be as free as the salad at Olive Garden, I grabbed a flight to Cabo to go work on the proposal. 

I may have been roofied in Cabo.

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Brothers in Arms

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Jake and I still debate whose idea it was to get Bronson.  The idea to get another dog was probably mine.  But I swear to your god and mine that it was Jake’s idea to get a Rottweiler.  I had never even met a Rottweiler.  I had only seen them in the movies.  A scary brute, silently guarding the estate or junk yard, available, if necessary, to kill or maul any intruder. Continue reading

Life Goes On

Stages of greif

The kids and I left for Florida the day after Trish’s funeral.  The trip served a couple of purposes.  Mainly we needed to get Alexa back to school for the end of her freshman year at the University of Miami.  We also needed more time to spend together as a family, just the five of us, and figure out how this new life might work without Trish.  So on the Thursday after Trish died, the day after her funeral, we loaded up the family truckster and headed out on the 24 hour drive for South Florida. Continue reading

Blonde Tracks – White Flag by Dido

We are getting near the end, but still in that worst time of the year–after the Super Bowl when there are no good sports to watch and there is nothing to do except not get invited to a fancy cotillion where all your friends have a choice between beef and chicken and can spend $200 on a basket of tomatoes that isn’t even full of tomatoes because the bottom was fraudulently stuffed with paper.  No worries, because I certainly have better things to do, like clean and wax the basement floor, which is oddly satisfying to me in ways that no one will ever understand.  And having time to find that document that just might be worth millions, or maybe even hundreds of millions.  Whatever.  Life is good!

No better time than this to turn to the Blonde Tracks.  So how about another tune from the goddess Dido.  Great song here, and I don’t think she has ever been more smoking hot than in this video.

Alotta guys have texted me saying that Dido isn’t that hot, that her face is asymmetrical, and calling her a “Pipes 6.”  Well, that is just mean, to both me and her.  Fuck those guys.  Team Dido all the way.