Retirement...

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,...*^%*&*(*...

SPM,


Remember to look for those triple coupons and demand rain checks; you are still waging war--but the foe has changed.


John

At the check out line the cashier says $29.75 "RAISE!" YELLS the X-SPM,


Grocery store. "That'll be $19.95," says the cashier. I hand him a one-hundred-dollar bill. He looks at it and yells, "Shooting a Buck!"

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You retired? Haven't seen you around. I guess it gets boring, waiting for two Aces! Perhaps, you have made a wise decision. You played in those 10/20 games at East Chicago and Aurora. Of all those players, I have (personally) observed only one, who I believe, is probably making at least, one small bet an hour. The 20/40 games are only slightly better. Maybe three people are actually making, at least, one small bet an hour. I'm just referring to the "regulars". I have no idea of what weekend players are doing. Enjoy your "retirement", because it's hell down in these trenches. I have cut-back on my daytime hours, because of some ill-tempered individuals, who have converged on the 20/40 game.

I play all over the country and I have noticed something very distinctive of that East Chicago room. That room is an extension of the Northwest Indiana political hack system. There are certain players, like that old fart Ted P., who will never be ejected, no matter how far, he carries his "I'm Mr. big-shot, Al Capone" act. Some players in that East Chicago room, have more "pull" and say-so, than the poker supervisors. Perhaps, that poker room, is being managed, through East Chicago, Indiana, City Hall.