As noted in previous PO Life discussions our group spent a huge portion of our free time growing up playing poker in myself and McCannon’s basement. We played so much at one point that I have a distinct memory of simply sitting alone at the poker table waiting for people to eventually show up at my house and come downstairs to play… and sure enough some 10 minutes later, McCannon, Clifford, and Eli showed up and we got a game going. Not sure why I was sitting there alone, and also not sure where the hell they came from… but hey it worked out.
As we continued to play we all also continued to improve to the point that relative to others we actually had a pretty legitimate home game going. While some of PO faded from the game, others stuck with it. I and a few others from the PO Life continue to play fairly consistently whether it’s in Vegas, Atlantic City, or everyone’s favorite rundown, disgusting, tacky, overpriced, yet strangely endearing casino – Chucktown.
Like many games, someone’s capacity to enjoy a poker game is only as good as the company they keep. There are always going to be WFG’s, douchebags, assholes, clowns, as well as drunken bigots, hilarious old Asian men, and most importantly those with a complete and utter disregard for the money in front of them. The following composition represents not necessarily the extremes of those types of people, but simply the five most frustrating types of people to play poker with. These are all examples of real people that I have played against and had to deal with; let us simply hope that you never have to experience them.
My gambling habit started at an early age. My mother used poker as a way to teach me about statistics and probability when I was in elementary school. I grew up watching great movies like The Sting and Maverick where poker was shown as a game of skill and a way of life. Not much changed when we started congregating at Mac’s house. We started out playing mostly 5 card draw, 7 card stud, and a 3 card draw that we learned from Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels. Of course, it wasn’t long before we learned that the World Series of Poker played Texas hold ‘em and we saw Rounders for the first time. What had started as a way to pass the time and engage our overactive competitive sides turned into a part of our daily lives, no different than brushing our teeth or doing our homework*.
*Scratch that, I definitely played way more poker than I did homework.