Chapter 2: Blood Will Tell

So, now I actually made it through elementary school with few dramatic changes in my life unless you want to add the time when a cat jumped onto my head from a window sill. That cat hung on for dear life as I went screaming down the street in panic mode. You might ask me what does that experience have to do with poker? My answer is that from that time on I made a conscious decision to wear a hat as often as I could just in case that cat had it in for me. And now, of course; I am in vogue at the casino or in the riverboat poker rooms cause I wear a lot of hats. So, I am cool, in style and can hide the expression in my eyes when I tip the beak of the hat down. Flipping the beak of a hat is an art and one has to learn how to adjust the cap with little motion, emotion or tells.

My blog is named: Confessions of a Poker Fanaddict; therefore, I feel compelled to confess to all (most) of the habits or situations that influenced my becoming a Poker Fanaddict. During those elementary school days; I learned how to smoke - age 11. Not so cool. Back then we did not know what we know now about smoking and so we smoked at an early age (dumb & dumber). This was another tool that prepared me to fit into the poker room. The hat! The cigarette! (Thank heavens smoking is not allowed in MOST poker rooms these days). So, now I am primed to become the true Poker Fanaddict by the mere fact that I had a lot of tools for my future growth.

High School was more eventful. I was in a group that was fun loving. We occassionally skipped classes to go to the bowling alley to hang out. Unfortunately we were chased down by the truant officer and received due notice that if we continued in that light we would not graduate from High School. Our parents were notified of our behavior and we were punished severly never to skip school again. During the four years of high school I was in the band - played the Glockenspiel (Bells). Please don't ask me to discuss my Glockenspiel experience. I was not happy camper while in the Band. But, on Friday nights and all day Saturday we would get a group together and play cards. We played for pennies...no more wooden matches for me! At first, I lost a lot of my pennies and did not like that feeling at all. This was the beginning of my learning something about moderation.

And so, the Freshman, Sophmore and Junior years of High School floated by without too much trouble with the exception of one situation that became extremely distasteful and haunted me for a very long time. I mentioned the group that I was involved with. A bunch of fun loving people. But, there was this other group in our High School that had no respect for fun loving people. They were the "others"! The "others" decided that they would spread a rumor around school about my family. The rumor had to do with holding card games and our parents letting some underage kids play. Little did they know that we played for wooden matches when we kids played at our home; but, the "others" were bent on making a mountain out of a molehill. As a result, I was called into the Principal's office and asked a lot of questions. Ulitmately, my folks were called in to speak with the Principal, too.

In conclusion, the Principal was satisfied that all was fine in our household and mentioned that I was lucky to have parents that wanted to be so involved in their kids' activities. I was a pretty outspoken and brave person even at that young age and decided to confront the "others" who tried to tag me with a bad reputation me. One day, I noticed the "others" in a group outside of school and walked up to the leader and suggested (if you want to call it that) that I never hear bad words spoken about my family or me again. The entire group of "others" looked at me in shock. The leader sputtered and ultimately shouted out vehemently ,"blood will tell"!

Coming soon - Chapter 3