SinatrasStyle
It feels like Casablanca here and I don't mean classy and starring a sultry Ingrid Bergman. More like black and white and filled with smoke. We're down $300, well technically I'm even, D-Martini over there is down $200 because he won't stop silver tonguing the ladies in the room and focus on his cards and SappyD already won his big hand for the night and then let a suck out on the river get to him, so now he's down $100 and bleeding chips away like he's working for the red cross. Right now we need some help and wouldn't you know it. Help just walked in, he's the other guy of the pack and tonight we'll call him Riviera.
This is poker, no not the glorified TV stuff where guys get paid to wear logos and run their mouths more than they do to play cards. I'm talking about here in the smoke filled living room of a guy they call Fat Paul and offer PBR as a nice way of raking a $1 a flop. This is what we do, and believe it or not we're good at it, hell sometimes we're even great at it.
