The danger in writing about poker is that people will read about it.
That may read strangely to you, but it was something I’d never really considered when I sat down to write up my first trip to the State Park game.
It was something I didn’t really consider when I mentioned how the host’s wife’s beauty put me on tilt. It was something I didn’t really consider when I wrote the game sat on a razor’s edge between dangerous and safe.
It was something I didn’t really consider, indeed. That is until I decided to go back tonight and one of the player’s said, “You know, I read that web site you have.”
Therein, friends, lies the danger of writing about slothoki .
There’s a chance people will read it.
So, when word of Up For Poker came up in pre-game conversation, I looked for a quick exit. For instance, I wasn’t sure how comfortable the host would be knowing I found his wife tilt-worthy.
Then one of Greenville County’s finest said, “You know, I walked in the other day and my Lieutenant asked me if I was the one that played in the State Park game.”
That can’t be good, I thought.
“How did he find the site?” I asked, throwing back a mouthful of beer (that’s a nervous habit of mine by the way. Whenever I get a little nervous, I drink whatever is in my hand to the bottom of the glass. It keeps my mouth from saying stupid things).
“Oh, they read all kinds of shit up there,” he said.
“The names have been changed to protect the guilty,” I said. It was a declarative statement, but I’m pretty sure it sounded like a question. I wanted the answer to be, “It’s cool, man.”…