I was pleasantly surprised yesterday evening when a traditionally goofy penny-ante poker game staged each year at Thanksgiving became a full-on, challenging, normal-stakes poker game. What a treat!
It’s hard, for some reason, to get people to play poker. There is only a certain type of man or woman who like playing the game. There is a mystique about poker, like, if you don’t play you really DON’T PLAY! and there is no way of talking you into it or becoming interested in playing.
It just doesn’t happen.
I won some hands and enjoyed seeing the .25 cent chips pile up in front of me. It was grand, as we played on an upstairs landing in John’s big comfy house in Amherst. A new venue that kept us near the action but not in the way.
We’ve jumped around to different venues for my own monthly poker game with my old playing pals, Ed, Steve, Dave, and Don.
We’ve added a second Dave who has generously hosted a game, as I have, so I can only hope that we can get a game going at one of our houses very soon!