The night before we were to return, I realized that I had yet to play poker while I was there. I have a strong competitive spirit, and I was greatly intrigued by a game where one was playing against the other players, not the house. At around midnight, I meandered over to the Tropicana and sat down at a 1/2 table with the $200 I had won at craps. There were ups, downs, sets, rivered full houses, flush draws, people who tried to push me off hands when I had the nuts, me betting $20 on the river with a K-A-2-3-4 straight and bluffing my opponents off the hand(although I thought I was good!), and I had no idea what I was doing. I finished at 6:00AM with me stuck $200, but of all the time I spent in Vegas I had the most fun and adrenaline-pumping, heart-pounding moments at the poker table, and I fell in love with the game.
Since returning to Fort Worth I've played poker every chance I could, not the least insane and educational of which being Friday nights at Pettigrew Poker. Every time Scott calls my 4x big blind raise with Q-3 offsuit and flops 2 pair, or Jake reads me and folds to my value bet on the river, or Chuck bets me off a hand with 6 high, I realize I have so much more to learn about this game, and so many things I can improve upon. But every dog has his day, and the one time I got Jake to call $15 on the turn with the nuts is plenty incentive to keep on rollin'. I'll catch up someday!
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em!
-Eric

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