I used to play a lot of poker. Every Friday night for nearly three years, I was at the Mayfair, a poker club in a Manhattan basement. There were big games in the other room -- with Joey Bagels (he became Joey Knish in the semi-fictional film Rounders) and dotcom kids. I played in a small 5-10 stud game with Big Phil, Arnie the Garmento (he always wore the same sweater with holes in it), Gracie (she brought class to the place), Trichter, Scott (our fish), and a bald Aussie math major.
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