07-16-2002, 12:47 PM
The retired Hold'em General awakes to start a new day, a new life, life away from the ferocious Hold'em Wars now in the second Millennium. Gone are the days of stress and uncertainty, no more worries about losing young brave Chipsters in some far away battlefield. No more exploding pocket rockets being sabotaged by random consequences beyond the control of rational thinking. Yes, life in Suburbia is gentle and sirenian.
The Suburban wife sends the retired Hold'em General on an mission to the Suburban grocery store. This is a fun experience rarely available to those who spend their lives on the front lines of the battle. A simple list of things to get, a leisurely stroll up and down the isles without a care in the world or the ability to find the obscure items on the list. Milk, bread, butter, diet pop, etc. At the check out line the cashier says $29.75 "RAISE!" YELLS the X-SPM, hearing a bet for the first time after retirement. Those in the line behind him retreat two steps. The cashier looks at him with wide eyes, and calls for the Manager.
When the police finally let the retired Hold'em player return home, he gave some lame excuse for his extend trip to the store. He stepped outside to have a cigarette because Suburban rule number one took effect three days earlier. NO SMOKING in the Suburban house! The heat outside was all consuming giving the cigarette a muggy taste, and the retired Hold'em General remembered a time he could smoke in an air conditioned Casino. A tear slid from his eye.
X-SPM,...*^%*&*(*...
The Suburban wife sends the retired Hold'em General on an mission to the Suburban grocery store. This is a fun experience rarely available to those who spend their lives on the front lines of the battle. A simple list of things to get, a leisurely stroll up and down the isles without a care in the world or the ability to find the obscure items on the list. Milk, bread, butter, diet pop, etc. At the check out line the cashier says $29.75 "RAISE!" YELLS the X-SPM, hearing a bet for the first time after retirement. Those in the line behind him retreat two steps. The cashier looks at him with wide eyes, and calls for the Manager.
When the police finally let the retired Hold'em player return home, he gave some lame excuse for his extend trip to the store. He stepped outside to have a cigarette because Suburban rule number one took effect three days earlier. NO SMOKING in the Suburban house! The heat outside was all consuming giving the cigarette a muggy taste, and the retired Hold'em General remembered a time he could smoke in an air conditioned Casino. A tear slid from his eye.
X-SPM,...*^%*&*(*...