Ever since the first time someone invited me to play poker when I was sixteen, it's been pretty much the same story. Every time I got invited to a home game, I did so well that I was never invited back. And that was well before I ever took poker seriously.
I did have some friends a little while back. They were all pool players. But more than that, they were the types that are always looking for action to sweat. They would get together a couple times a week to play low limit games. The pool hall also hosted a game on Saturday nights. Liquor sales were prohibited on Sunday, so they locked the doors and turned the signs off at midnight and set up a poker table. That's when we usually tried to set up serious action on the pool tables. So we did our thing on one side and they did theirs on the other. A couple of my buddies had tried their luck in the
poker game, and had warned the rest of us to stay away from it. I had played, and did well in it a couple of times. In fact the only problem I had with it was that a lot of the guys who showed up for it were gangsters and drug dealers. They all had that "money ain't a thang" attitude. But at the same time I got the feeling that they might try to rob me in the parking lot afterwards.
Anyway, I didn't even really play in the home games with my friends. But one night someone mentioned me doing pretty well in the Saturday night game. One of my buddies acted like he didn't believe it, saying that he had even lost money in that game, like if he lost in it, there was no way I could have won. So I decided to get into the game and crushed it. I made it a point to punish my one buddy in particular. I would slow play big
hands and set monster traps for him. I made it ugly too, talking trash every time I picked off one of his bluffs. Every once in a while I would show him a
bluff, and talk more trash.
The next time they played, I showed up again, but didn't play. I let them know that, if they hadn't already realized it yet, they didn't really want me in the game whether they knew it or not. Instead, I sat with and enjoyed the attention of the ladies and acted as the designated joint roller.
I don't mind playing in a home game. But most of my friends never really played poker until they saw it on T.V.. None of them ever read a poker book or studied the game. The game at the pool hall was more my speed. I would play in it every once in a while when my best friend could come with me and watch my back, which was less and less often once his son was born.