I was raised on 500 rum, canasta, bridge, pinochle, euchre, rook, but never poker. My husband, will play pinochle, and we had friends who played pinochle with us at least 2-3 times a week, but his true love is poker. I don’t understand the appeal, but he plays at least monthly. He pays a flat rate, usually for charity, and when his chips run out – he’s done. He hates when he comes home early. Tonight he is not home yet, so I thought I’d write about his exciting event this summer.Usually when he plays poker, he might bring home a few dollars. One night he came home and told me that he had won $1,000, but he didn’t get the money. Instead the money was paid to enter him in a major poker tournament that was held in Las Vegas three months ago today. He was SO excited. He had the millions he was going to win already planned out. He watched every poker tv show that came on between the time he won and the tournament. He ordered a book, Harrington on Hold ‘Em for my Kindle, and read it every chance he could get. He even taught me to play – I always won. We played twice. He tried to replicate what it would be like with 10 people at a table playing. I still won. We played once. I don’t like poker.
He called me as soon as he arrived in steamy Las Vegas. He texted me pictures. It was the largest senior poker tournament ever held – Baby boomers hit senior status with a bang!. There were about 4,200 players who started out.
Apparently playing non-stop tournament poker was pretty grueling. They played for 10 hours with just short breaks for meals and little else. That wouldn’t work for me. Apparently it wouldn’t work for many women. There weren’t many there.The first night he called me at dinner time. He was still in, but many had already been eliminated. I think he played until 9:00 or 10:00 p.m., but then he, too, was eliminated.Surprisingly his loss, although it was on the “river”, didn’t disturb him too much. It was the thrill of a lifetime to get to play with so many other contenders. It was sort of like the American Idol for
old senior poker players. Like the Idol contestants, it was almost not horrible losing because the experience was so great.
So tonight he is playing tonight with work buddies, maybe 25-40 people, and it is getting late, and he is not home yet. He just called.
“Are you winning?” I asked politely.
“Yes, How was your dinner?” He was just as polite as I.
“Ok, see you later.”
We have long conversations on the phone. He sounded tired. So will he come home with another chance to play in the next big senior poker tournament?????? Hmmm.