Return of the Comeback

January 6, 2004

It’s a new year, so you know what that means: Weak ass resolutions like actually writing on your own webpage. After a move, a computer crash and a real, real lazy holiday season, I think I am finally ready to restart this thing. Get ready, I will most likely lose momentum after a week or two.

So anyway… for the holidays, my friends bought me this set of clay poker chips. It’s 300 count, eleven gram casino weighted stuff, so it feels good in your hands and it makes a good sound when you splash the pot. With the continuing growth in popularity in poker, I’d made some rumblings of starting a poker night, and I guess this was a transparent ploy in order to STEAL ALL MY MONEY. That said, I’m such a sucker that kids lick my face.

I was never a huge card player, but there is a certain fascination in it, and the speed and high-risk nature of No-Limit Texas Hold Em (as seen on TV) is pretty alluring. I’m pretty sure I have the gambling addiction gene, as many Asians do, but growing up poor has cured me of that by giving me a heinous allergy to losing well earned money. But you know, chips aren’t real money. *cough*

So the first thing I do is not to learn cards… OH NO, THAT WOULD BE THE EASY WAY OUT. The first thing I tried to learn are poker chip tricks! Look cool at the table while saying goodbye to your chips. I’ve learned the back to front trick, I’m kind of close on the chip twirl and I’m about as coordinated as Jerry Lewis while trying the chip shuffle. I can do the knuckle roll a little bit too, but I drop the chips pretty often.

Pretty much nobody I know is a decent player, which is perfect as we’re all terrible and learning. The interesting thing I’ve noticed, all my friends play like telemarketers from the SubContinent: They call everyone and everything. All your chips and it’s an Ace-High vs a Straight Flush? CALL.

Whatever. I got chips, I got a felt tablecloth… I’m all-in, baby. Um, unless actual money’s involved.

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