Back around… oh… 2004ish? 2005ish? I had a friend who lived in Las Vegas who made his bread and butter by playing poker professionally.
He invited Maribou and I out to visit him and one of the things he did while I was out there was teach me Poker Theory.
Now, I wasn’t a particularly *GOOD* student, but I did play poker in a tournament at the Luxor and I came in 3rd (most importantly, I outlasted him in this particular tournament).
Over the next few years, we visited him every year or so (and it was a great excuse to go to Vegas) and I played in some more tournaments, played some more limit poker games, and I even got a Stardust Windbreaker from the Stardust Poker room.
This turned into regular poker nights with our friends here in town and one of our buddies built a 10-man poker table and we entertained ourselves quite regularly on the weekends with nickel/dime limit poker games where we would discuss Poker Theory.
Like everything else, the Poker Bubble burst and the weekly game became every other week became monthly became yearly became that game I used to play all the time.
But co-worker is having a poker night. Just bring $20. So, despite my introversion, I’m doing something *AGAIN* with people this weekend. I’m going to play poker with co-workers. And discuss Poker Theory.
If I can remember it.
“K8o? What are you hoping for? A pair of 8s with a good kicker? A pair of Kings with a crappy kicker?”
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)