I forgot to mention this earlier, so I'll mention it now as it is one of my finer moments.
Every time my Dad's side of the family gets together, we always play poker (I know, we're all sinners
). In the six or so years I've been allowed to play, I've never come out ahead. We only play nickels and dimes (there's a dollar ceiling), so it doesn't matter financially but I'm always disappointed for ego's sake that I never make a good showing.
My aunt, two uncles and grandparents came down for Easter this past weekend and Sunday night we played (gambling on Easter, we're all going to Hell). Not to brag (OK, maybe a little) but I took them all for all they were worth (in change anyway). This might not seem like much, but you have to keep in mind that my family is a poker playing family.
If you don't play, you might be tempted to say, "So what, poker's a game of chance" but I assure you that's not true. Obviously luck is a factor, but poker is a game of skill. It's especially hard in my family, since my Dad can (through years of parenting) almost always tell when I'm bluffing and often tell what I'm holding.
But on Sunday April 20th, 2003 I beat their asses into the ground. We even played one game of no limit Texas hold 'em (the pot was twenty bucks - whoohoo!) and I took it BLUFFING my uncle. Yes, that's right, I got my vegas-hopping uncle to fold to my PAIR OF THREES.
Mwa-ah-ah-ah. OK, I'll stop now.
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Every time my Dad's side of the family gets together, we always play poker (I know, we're all sinners
). In the six or so years I've been allowed to play, I've never come out ahead. We only play nickels and dimes (there's a dollar ceiling), so it doesn't matter financially but I'm always disappointed for ego's sake that I never make a good showing.
My aunt, two uncles and grandparents came down for Easter this past weekend and Sunday night we played (gambling on Easter, we're all going to Hell). Not to brag (OK, maybe a little) but I took them all for all they were worth (in change anyway). This might not seem like much, but you have to keep in mind that my family is a poker playing family.
If you don't play, you might be tempted to say, "So what, poker's a game of chance" but I assure you that's not true. Obviously luck is a factor, but poker is a game of skill. It's especially hard in my family, since my Dad can (through years of parenting) almost always tell when I'm bluffing and often tell what I'm holding.
But on Sunday April 20th, 2003 I beat their asses into the ground. We even played one game of no limit Texas hold 'em (the pot was twenty bucks - whoohoo!) and I took it BLUFFING my uncle. Yes, that's right, I got my vegas-hopping uncle to fold to my PAIR OF THREES.
Mwa-ah-ah-ah. OK, I'll stop now.
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all my dads side of the family does is sit around and remind everyone about all the stupid shit everyone else has done. we pretty much just make fun of each other for x hours. its great. oh yeah, we play bingo too.
Yep. Pipers. Very untrustworthy. Shifty eyes. Long beards. Big bulges.