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Historical essay by Rob Steinberg : rhstein@fiam.net Well, it was a pretty good poker night. The pizza was tasty. We had plenty of chocolate. Diane baked her classic cookies.My only losses had been limited to what Dave's kid stole from my bin. Bryan was a no-show. Everything was going good. We had a little excitement too, a good old fashioned Guts game complete with cardiac palpatations. It was nice to win the big one, but also nice that Markus was able to re-coop his losses by hanging in there. Yup, everything was going fine. Maybe a little too good... It started to get late (by our standards) so we decided to show it. Mike had the deal. The game...'Roids. This was the third one of the night. I think I won both other 'Roids games. I liked sitting to the left of the dealer, nobody could take my card yet I could stick my bad cards on poor old Davey sitting to my left. But could I win three in a row? I looked around, other than me and Mike I saw poverty around the table. Mark and Dwight were just poor, Davey was on food stamps! So I thought to my self...self, if I can't win then let one of those eally poor and downtrodden schmuks win the $15 pot. Just don't let Mike take it. After all, he had quietly amassed a small fortune during the evening. Not quite Bill Gates kind of money but a tidy haul nonetheless. OK Mikey, deal 'em. Well they all dropped off like skin off a Leper. Davey, Markus, Dwight. but not Mike. *&%*. Haven't I been good God? Granted, I didn't go to temple lately, I worked on Rosh Hashana and didn't fast on Yom Kipper but other than that I've been a good little Jew. So why is it me and Mike again??? Well, last month was his turn...this month is mine. I figured I better beat him this month 'cause he will probably kill himself camping up north. You know, either he'll wrap a canoe around a bridge post, get eaten by bear, trampled by moose, shot by a hunter, beat to death in a strip joint, or just freeze to death. Irregardless of the method, this could be my last opportunity to stick it to him. As I recall, when I was down to my last card he still held two. I kept my confidence although one thing made me nervous. It seemed that Markus, who had placed side bets on me to win earlier in the evening, was now betting against me. Did he know something I didn't know? Did he see a king up Mikey's sleeve? Did he get a vibe? Something wasn't right. OK. I survived that next-to-last round with a brilliant move (which I can't seem to recall at this moment). Now it's one card vs. one card. Mano v. mano. Good guy vs. bad guy. Nice vs. evil. Smart
vs. dumb. Angel Deal it Mr. Carpenter man..... Ah ha!!! A four. Thank you Mikey, you pitiful creature! Ithink I'll keep it. What are the chances you'll get something lower? I00% *&^&* %$#@ *&*&% $#@^ &% &**&%$
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