Last weekend on my way to the poker club I stopped by convenient store on that street which name I can’t remember.
Anyway, the important part of the story comes now, because a man on the store told me “Hey boy, there’s a tournament in a bar near where I live in case you wanna join” I was a bit puzzled because who the hell told this old man I was a poker player?
I nodded back and told him “so how much money on the table?” He said “money is not the problem” you can put 10 box if you want. Ok, I said that’s no bad. I mean I could have gone there have fun and get some booze and then head off to my buddies place.
10 minutes after leaving the covenient store there I was, completely geared up for the evening and this was just my first battle of the evening. However, something struck me “where are the chips” I asked. They told me “well my young friend we hope you’ve brought them cuz here aint any”.