No Deal
Poker has never been my game of choice. I am much more of a Blackjack man. I don’t gamble much and certainly less than ever without a weekly paycheck coming in. But I definitely enjoy a long night at the $5 table with friends, winning a few hands and drinking free watered down cocktails. I know all the rules of Blackjack -- when to hit, when to stay -- but for some reason I usually play by my own guidelines. I can still remember the dirty stares fired at me from around the table about 23 years, 7 months, 12 days and 16 hours ago when I split a pair of kings. I think I lost both hands and I haven’t done that since. I don’t know if I qualify as a simple person, but I do love the simple aspect of Blackjack. Deal. Hit or Stay. Bust or Don’t Bust. Win or Lose. Deal again. It’s that simple. Poker has more scenarios than a Rubik’s cube. Just when you think you’ve got a winning hand, somebody flops a nut straight on you. Ok, I don’t have any idea what that means, but I thoug...