The teacher becomes the student ...
My sister introduced me to poker about 10 years ago. She invited me to a local freeroll where the top 10 out of 100 would qualify for the Main Event.
She asked if I knew how to play. "I know a little bit" was my response.
She then invites me to come play as there was no buyin needed and if I made Final then I'd be in the M.E. where there would be money on the line.
So we ended up going and long story short I was the chip leader at this freeroll when it came down to the final ten. Having qualified and been the chip leader my sister was joyous and congratulated me on a first time 'win'.
The Main Event rolls around with a 100 player field. Everyone knows everyone but they don't know me.
Playing through this tourney and down to the last two tables I end up taking my sister out before the Final Table. Man was she PISSED! , she was my ride home and made it clear to the those within earshot (everyone there) that I could find my own ride home.
After she stormed out in rage the remaining players congratulated me on not backing down when she was betting agressively.
"Poker is a family but there is no family in poker", I remember one player saying.
Being that this was 10 years ago, the exact details escape me.
I ended up being 'in the money' after noticing players were getting paid there winnings as they were getting taken out.
I was definitely nervous because this is going to be my very first ever ITM.
As the game carries on and players are getting knocked out and the winnings are getting bigger I begin to play 'tight', as they say.
A few hours down the line and there is only 2 of us left with my stack @ roughly 2:1 to his stack I needed to get home as it was getting late and was more than happy to recieve whatever amount I will get for 2nd place.
2nd place was $875.00. The players shook hands and congrats all around.
I finally make it home and my sister is having a home game and when I walk in she gives me this look that you only give when you are trying to crush a can with your mind.
She asks me; in a very condecending manner,"So... what place did you lose on?".
Playing into it, I drop my smile and droop my shoulders and respond ...
"I was the bubble"
She laughs a devious cackle and says,"If you didn't take me out I would have made the money".
All her guests join in the laughter at my expense being they are in HER house.
I am not one for negativity so I break my charade and calmy walk towards the poker table and throw down 10 $20 bills in front of her.
"How ya' like me now!", is what I proclaim.
Moral of the story I suppose ...
Poker is family but there is no family in poker