First Deal
Its been about 6 months since the good old high school gang picked up poker, and we haven't cashed in since. Starting our poker odyssey with 7-card stud, we've since shifted to No Limit Hold 'Em, and haven't played any other way from our first NL game in January.
For our motley crew of poker afficionados, if we wanted to play, we had to make it happen. Here in the sunny Philippine Islands, there aren't any poker clubs, and neither is it offered at the casinos. So it was home games at least twice a week, with plastic chips we'd inherited (filched) from mah jong-playing relatives.
The thrill of the game and the chance to poke fun at each other kept us playing any day we could get at least five guys together, up to the wee hours of the morning (to the chagrin of my significant other), mostly at my house or Kix's. But something was missing, something aggravated by the sight of Gus Hansen shuffling his chips at the WPT...we needed real chips!
We searched Metro Manila to no avail -- not only were clay chips impossible to find, ordinary plastic chips were quite scarce too, So again, the FAPA boys had to make things happen, and found a great deal for a set of 500 chips from a store in Texas, which we had shipped to a friend's aunt in the East Coast...which finally made its way here.
Cutting to the chase, we finally got our set of 11.5 gram chips, and boy-oh-boy, our late-20's faces lit up like kids' at Christmas when we opened the set: 500 11.5-gram clay chips, 2 decks of Bee cards, 5 cut cards, and a genuine Dealer button!
And now the lack of a poker club doesn't seem so bad, as long as our Dealer button doesn't go missing...
For our motley crew of poker afficionados, if we wanted to play, we had to make it happen. Here in the sunny Philippine Islands, there aren't any poker clubs, and neither is it offered at the casinos. So it was home games at least twice a week, with plastic chips we'd inherited (filched) from mah jong-playing relatives.
The thrill of the game and the chance to poke fun at each other kept us playing any day we could get at least five guys together, up to the wee hours of the morning (to the chagrin of my significant other), mostly at my house or Kix's. But something was missing, something aggravated by the sight of Gus Hansen shuffling his chips at the WPT...we needed real chips!
We searched Metro Manila to no avail -- not only were clay chips impossible to find, ordinary plastic chips were quite scarce too, So again, the FAPA boys had to make things happen, and found a great deal for a set of 500 chips from a store in Texas, which we had shipped to a friend's aunt in the East Coast...which finally made its way here.
Cutting to the chase, we finally got our set of 11.5 gram chips, and boy-oh-boy, our late-20's faces lit up like kids' at Christmas when we opened the set: 500 11.5-gram clay chips, 2 decks of Bee cards, 5 cut cards, and a genuine Dealer button!
And now the lack of a poker club doesn't seem so bad, as long as our Dealer button doesn't go missing...
posted by denis at 11:00 AM
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