What's the Deal? Women in Poker.

Dealt by Tim Bangs.

Women in poker.  That is quite the conundrum. I thought poker was supposed to be a man’s sport.  It’s supposed to be a time when I can scratch myself peacefully, smoke a cigar, and burp.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for equality.  My beef is not that women are playing poker.  In fact, given the choice, I’d much rather be looking at an attractive girl then some fat slob with sausage fingers wearing a Hawaiian shirt.   My problem with women is the fact that they are too hard to get a read on. 

Is Poker a Fad?

Chops here.

Recently my old roommate Patnice posed an interesting question to me: what happens when the poker fad dies?

This got me thinking:

1) Is poker a fad?
2) If it is, what will I do with myself when it dies?
3) What are some new potential fads on the horizon that my friends and I can cling to?

Here's what I think...

The Intro: Wicked Chops Poker

Decisions. It’s all about the decisions.

Down to the final six. World Series of Poker. Great timing, the right cards, a smart mix of aggression and patience, deft chip management. It has all gotten you to this moment; this green-felt-cocktail consisting of 2 parts skill, 1 part guts, 1 part endurance and the requisite smidgen of shit-ass-luck. But now you’re stack is getting shorter and there’s a legend to your left, one of the Phil’s to your right and some fat schlub in a XXXL golf shirt sitting in the big blind. He’s the guy who won his seat playing a $32 online satellite and keeps getting monster pocket after monster pocket and when he doesn't he's taking them down with hands more speculative than penny stocks in a bear market. Fuck that guy.

You’re in middle position. There’s a raise before you. A call. You look. 7-6 off-suit.

It’s all come to this.

You can dream, can’t you?