Who is responsible for you being a poker player? (1 Viewer)

My Dad taught me "44" aka 5-card stud, 5 card draw and 7-card stud. I remember when we would camp, we would play with rocks or pennies instead because we didn't have chips. I probably learned at age 6 or 7. When I was 18 I played with him and his friends at their cash game, dollar ante pot limit dealer's choice. You could only choose from the games I mentioned above. They didn't want to use chips because they didn't trust the count, so it was cash only on the table. They fleeced me for nearly 200$, which was a fortune to me at the time.
 
Long story… If you don’t have the patience, please skip it!

Like many I played “poker” occasionally in school and after. But it wasn’t real poker. These were $5 or $10 game nights, featuring variations like baseball, follow the queen, etc.

So while I knew hand rankings and some basics, I was not a poker player by any stretch of the imagination.

Enter my on again/off again friend Morty (not his real name).

Morty is a character. As he loves to tell both friends and total strangers, he used to be extremely rich. He also used to throw his money around recklessly… For example, hosting an annual New Year’s champagne and caviar party for a huge number of people. Or buying his girlfriends expensive jewelry. He’d also indulge in fancy suits, antiques, cars, art, etc.

But he mismanaged the business he inherited from his father, disastrously not evolving it for the internet age. He borrowed more and more money, during the time when banks loved shoveling home equity and other loans out the door pre-2008.

Eventually Morty went bankrupt, which is another long, bonkers story—but the short version ends with him squatting in his mansion for 10 years without paying the mortgage or property taxes, while fighting the bank. Finally he was evicted.

Anyway.

Morty can be fun, but also can be a pretty annoying guy. Entertaining, full of stories, but also pompous and abrasive. Self-centered beyond belief.

So at one point, almost 20 years ago, well before he went bankrupt, I’d had enough. I told Morty our acquaintance was at an end and not to bother me.

Things were quiet for a while. But we live in a small community, so you sometimes run into people you don’t want to see. Both Morty and I got separately involved with the same community group; I tried my best to steer clear of him.

One day there was some ridiculous argument among the members of the community group, one of whom publicly lit into Morty in a particularly vicious way.

For whatever reason, I decided to speak up, noting that while I’d had my own issues with Morty, the nature of this particular criticism directed at him seemed unfair, and that in any case its nastiness was inappropriate to the group.

Of course the next day Morty called and with a sigh I picked up.

He thanked me for standing up for him, then in his typical way went for broke and said maybe we could be friends again.

As I was hemming and hawing, trying to find a way to deflect the suggestion and get off the call, Morty quickly mentioned that he had been playing in a good poker game in a neighboring town—maybe I’d like to meet him there?

This struck me as an OK compromise: We’d be at a neutral site, with other people around. I wouldn’t have to interact with Morty just one-on-one. Remembering my goofy college games, I thought “what the hell” and agreed to meet Morty for poker a few days later.

The game was held in the basement of a log cabin house. Two table tournament, $35 buyin, with rebuys. The tables were custom built, and despite the stakes (which felt higher back then) the players took it seriously. This was not your usual baseball/follow the queen fest.

Even as an inexperienced player I quickly realized that Morty was the whale in the game. Just terrible at poker. And I could see that the regs found him irritating. But he was the biggest donator, and thus tolerated.

As such, it was not surprising that when Morty said he wanted to bring a friend to the game, they were licking their chops — another mark!

As so often happens, though I was pretty clueless about real poker strategy, I had some beginner’s luck and cashed in 3rd place. And kept going back. And back.

Over the years, that game evolved into a $50 tourney and then $100 then a $150 league. It moved several times, including briefly to Morty’s mansion before he lost it.

Finally I inherited the game myself… Running it for several years as a tourney/league, with cash after. Then after a pandemic hiatus, I switched it to a one-table cash game.

Morty played in the cash game 2-3 times, but between his incredibly bad play and impoverished state, he finally wised up and begged me not to invite him anymore—for his own good.

So everything kind of came full circle. Despite our differences I do have to thank Morty for getting me into “real” poker. His invite also led to me to host a game of my own (and buy better chips, tables, seats, cards, etc.).

Now as a senior citizen Morty drives an Uber and lives off a small military pension plus Social Security. He’s doing OK, and sometimes asks about the game, but has just enough sense not to give it another try.

And I know from those that have ridden in his Uber that he gives every passenger his whole riches-to-rags saga, so I’m not telling any tales out of school!
 
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My parents, circa 1954. They played poker every saturday night with two other FBI family parents. Three cent limit stud and draw -- everyone had a coffee can full of pennies. I joined the game regularly when I was about ten years old. My coffee can of pennies was about my most treasured possession.
 
So as with many I got caught up by money maker in 2003 and that only lasted a year or so and then in 2017 I was listening to a Barstool podcast and they were talking about Smitty?playing the WSOP main which prompted me to buy Super System and I’ve been hooked ever since.
 
My Dad taught me how to play stud back when I was a kid. Lot's of camping trips. Started playing in Junior/Senior year of high school with friends, and then it blew up on ESPN and we could get 3 table tournaments every night in town....ah those were the days.
 
Fall of 2003 was when I started my junior year in college and I firmly believe the poker boom cost me at least a 1/2 point in grade point average.
 
Adam made fun of me in high school, playing for candy. I obsessively watched WSOP all summer long, read super system 2, memorized the stats and he never beat me again
 
Dad and his friends.
And classmates, also taught by their dads. 5-card stud and draw poker.
Green felt and ancient KEM cards.
 
I thought about this for a bit and don’t think there was anyone in particular who made me into a poker player. I’m almost 37, so poker was in the midst of the boom period when I was finally old enough to gamble. I think we had some WSOP episode on tv one summer night when one of my friends suggested we try and play. Would love to go back and be a fly on the wall in that room to see how bad we played back then
 
I thought about this for a bit and don’t think there was anyone in particular who made me into a poker player. I’m almost 37, so poker was in the midst of the boom period when I was finally old enough to gamble. I think we had some WSOP episode on tv one summer night when one of my friends suggested we try and play. Would love to go back and be a fly on the wall in that room to see how bad we played back then
As long as you weren't the worst ;)
 
Sam Farha. Moneymaker may have won, but Sammy is way cooler.
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I have to blame @Gear and @Wifey

When I started to play in 2007 I was totally a rec player with zero knowledge of Hold'em. We all worked together and somehow we got together to play poker. Both of them were and still are fantastic players and I wanted to be on their level.

So.....I blame them! :)
 
That’s a long story. I’ll add a TL/DR at the bottom. lol.

I was in a nasty accident at my first job that left me with a warped femur, a torn MCL and a completely torn off ACL back in late 2005. A truck pulled out of the dock while connected by a metal ramp to the building. So as I was going backwards and hauling a 500 pound box over the ramp, the ramp collapsed beneath me and I was going down fast. It could’ve been a lot worse, but I remembered to tuck my chin so I wouldn’t break my head open, pancake my body out to absorb the shock and move that 500 pound box that was coming down on my face away from my head. Unfortunately, that was all I had time to do during that 15 foot drop. I didn’t have time to account for the position of my legs, hence the injuries. I just ran out of time.

I was in constant pain and couldn’t walk. I went through three different painkillers because none of them worked for me. I was use to being busy and productive and now I was going to be stuck doing nothing for a long time. I went to physical therapy to straighten my warped femur and to be able to bend it again, because if it couldn’t bend before reconstructive surgery, it wasn’t going to be able to bend after. That took two months. Fun fact: You know how flamingos can bend their leg back? You can’t do that when your ACL is gone. You can just lift your foot a little bit. That’s it. You gotta swing that leg way off to the side just to get into the tub to take a shower. Fun times.

In my down time I didn’t have much to do. I didn’t have the internet back then. I didn’t play video games. I was bored out of my mind. I was pretty much just watching movies on cable. I didn’t call my friends because I was never the type to complain. I just isolate if something is bothering me.

I saw Rounders for the first time and I thought it was great. The clever dialogue, the poker techniques, the toxic friendship and the pressure of the situation getting more and more bleak as the story went on all drew me in. I ended up watching it a few times because it was in constant rotation on cable at the time. I don’t typically rewatch movies, but I really enjoyed it.

One night, I noticed that the World Series of Poker was having an all night marathon on ESPN. I started watching it. I learned what beats what. I’d see what kind of strategies players used. I started calculating outcomes in my head at every action. Then I noticed that these WSOP marathons were on every night on ESPN. All night long. I was hooked. I learned the game just from watching the 2005 WSOP for hours a night for months. I couldn’t get enough of it. I found Celebrity Poker Showdown on Bravo too. I was watching poker every night, all night. The poker boom was in full effect at this point.

I had my reconstructive surgery and I felt worse than when I had my accident. It was like starting all over again being hurt. I was so discouraged but I had a terrible resolve. I was going to get my leg back and I was going to go to Atlantic City to play in the poker rooms. lol. Poker was helping me keep my sanity and pulling me through. Never saw that coming, but it was motivation and it certainly helped.

I couldn’t walk again until May 2006 and even then I was on crutches and it was a struggle, but I got myself to The Sands in Atlantic City and sat down at a table. I won $685 in my first hour at the table. I knew I was good enough to sit down and play and this was vindication that my down time was well spent.

I was happy and I was hooked. I had a 100% recovery with my reconstruction btw, so that was a big relief. I would rotate around the Atlantic City casinos for most weekends after that for over a decade. I’d get into town around 8 PM and leave around noon the next day. I never got a room. I just played poker all night. A lot of the poker rooms were closing up in the later years and it just wasn’t as fun for me because I couldn’t bounce around them all night anymore. I miss the scene back then. I still enjoy playing in casinos. I’m just not as addicted like I used to be, since I felt so limited.

TL/DR: Got hurt on the job and became aware of poker through the movie Rounders, watched marathons of the 2005 WSOP and learned to play poker just by watching those shows. Went to AC and did well enough to keep playing.
 

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