The story of the unluckiest poker player

When you make your living playing poker in one club (because the limits you need are only available there), you are taking a big risk. What happens if the club closes or, God forbid, you are blacklisted? And this, it turns out, is not the worst thing. Stories like this happen, but not at no deposit bonus casinos, keep that in mind.

In a desperate attempt to find some outside help, American Chauncey Monk told his story on the 2 2 forum, where he was not exactly welcomed. More on the users' reactions later, but for now the story itself.


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"My name is Chauncey Monk, I live in the southern part of the state of Florida, I play poker professionally. I was robbed and then banned for being robbed."

That's how Monk's story begins, which resulted in him losing about $25,000. Chauncey is a mid-limit Omaha Hi-Low regular and goes to the Palm Beach Kennel Club like he goes to work. He spends approximately 60 hours a week there.

The club itself is considered the largest in Florida (64 tables). WSOP Circuit events are held there, the last of which ended this winter, in February. So we're talking about a popular and very large establishment, not some shanty town.


Dropped $13k

It all started in December 2015, when one night while returning from the restroom at the Palm Beach Kennel Club poker room, Monk accidentally dropped $10k-13k. After regaining his senses, he rushed back, but the money was, of course, gone. They were picked up by some black man and quickly left the building.

Chauncey appealed for help to the club manager, to the security service, but they could not recognize the man's face, could not determine the license plate number of his car (Monk was indignant: what kind of cameras are these that can't even see the license plate number!) and moreover: they said that since the money was picked up from the floor, it was not theft.



The money was never returned, weeks passed.

Then the phone rings. A dealer from the Kennel Club, an acquaintance of Chauncey's, is on the phone, saying that the same guy who made off with the money is in the building right now. Monk, of course, rushed to the club (he lives 10 minutes away), but when he arrived, the guy was gone.

Our hero turned to Flora, told the situation, but he could not help.

A few weeks later Chauncey was playing his usual Omaha session with blinds 5-5-10 and $20 straddle. At the end of the session, with $13k on him, Chauncey foolishly decided to walk alone to his car, which was parked in the club's paid parking lot just 50 meters from the entrance.

On the way, Monk was attacked by a black man with a gun and ordered to drop the bag of money on the ground. Chauncey obediently complied with the attacker's request and ran back to the entrance, where a security guard was on duty. He didn't see anything. Then came the police and the proper procedures.

The next day Chauncey again came to the poker room, where the manager asked him not to sputter about what had happened, they would find the attacker and return the money. But the news spread quickly. Monk lives in the same house with other professional players, so the robbery quickly became known to all the regulars.

The managers insisted on one important detail: that they offered Chauncey an escort, which he refused. All of this is a lie, according to Monk.



A few days later, when every dog in the neighborhood knew about the robbery, Chauncey goes back to his "workplace" where he is politely told that they have blacklisted him. Forever.

As it turns out later, the dealer who called Monk and the florist who worked that night were fired. The former, by the way, had worked at the club for almost 13 years.

The regular consulted lawyers, called the police, who said that the club confiscated some of the chips after the robbery. Someone wanted to exchange them for money, but it didn't work out. They never found the attacker, though. And Monk can't get the confiscated money back either.

"I'm depressed, very angry and lost a lot of money... I don't understand if they can't let me play there again, especially after what happened..." - Monk complains in his message.

And at the very end he adds that his friend who risked talking about the incident at the gaming table was also banned for life.



Chauncey Monk is forced to play at Palm Beach Kennel Club precisely because of Omaha. Other establishments don't seem to be picking up another game like this. If it were about No-Limit Hold'em, our hero would be able to quickly change his location. According to other regulars, the Omaha tables are very sweet indeed.

"I play mostly rare varieties of poker, you have to mix different venues whether you like them or not. And if one single one suits you, there's no choice," says one forum user.

In general, the public reaction was negative. The author was accused of being a weakling for asking for a place where, in fact, no one cares about him; they began to call the robbery staged, and the actions of the casino management - standard and quite justified. Bad luck, man, move on - in that vein.


The story is definitely out of the ordinary. We will not risk giving our own assessment, we will leave this situation to the judgment of the readers.