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Trost - Cowboy (2008)
Having proved, in spectacular fashion, my inadequacies at cattle rustling last time out, I thought I'd better redeem some cowboy bravado by trying my hand at the ultimate Wild West pastime, Poker.
I used to be quite partial to a game of poker, playing with friends and the like but shit got real, at home, playing with the family. It would probably be during the course of an evening, a few drinks, music and a game of cards. It was all pretty high stakes stuff, a 5 pound buy in would get you approximately 100 matches (5p per match), starting bets would be between 10-25p and the maximum pot would probably be £10. We'd carry on until we would run out of drink, matches or steam whichever was first, often losing track and almost inevitably end up playing for a CD instead.
My wife hails from up t'north and it was on one of our trips visiting her parents that I first experienced poker at a Casino in the bright lights of Blackpool. Whilst my missus and my in laws were smashing it up at the Roulette wheel, I thought it was time to mix it up with the big boys on the Poker table. I was feeling confident, I had recently beaten or managed to win a CD off Old Pa and repelled a spirited two pronged comeback from my sister and Old Ma so it was definitely on. With a tenner's worth of pound coins I approached the table, I felt like I was in one of those gangster films where they'd walk all in slow motion nodding at the other players in acknowledgment as they take their place at the table. There were three other douchebags at the table that didn't seem to be any threat and the game was Five Card Stud, my game of choice. Unlike Texas Hold'em there are no blinds to play, so when the cards are dealt it's straight into the action. I was dealt a pair, what a good start, I thought, I'd throw caution to the wind and start off with two pounds (unheard of at our home games). I did think I got a pretty strange look from the dealer as I brazenly slid my coins to the centre of table, the player to my left smirked then reached into his blazer pocket and withdrew a wad of twenties, placing three notes atop of my measly offering. The other two players matched this and it was back to me to call or raise, "bloody hell", I thought, "I gotta get out of here!"
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I was so out of my depth, I had to leave immediately but had to somehow style it out a bit. So I gazed at my cards one more time in consideration, tapped my fingers on the table, shook my head, slid back on my chair and left as quickly as possible with my tail between my legs, the only secure place where I couldn't be seen would have probably been up Blackpool tower. I don't think I would have been as lucky getting away with this showing of Poker incompetence had I been in a saloon in Tombstone, I'm pretty sure a six gun would have taken care of that.
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Trost - 'Cowboy'
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