I like to think of them as the ‘glory days’ of poker.  It used to be exciting, and tense, and a gut-wrencher at times, but the most important part of it was…it was fun.  Just the thought of playing was exciting. But then I grew up in another time and under a shitload of stress so poker had to be that one giant escape hatch that offered everything I needed to escape from a work-and-raise-kids lifestyle.  Continue reading Poker used to be so much fun →