Every 26th December I play in a big poker game.
I try not to play more frequently than once a year because I suck hard.
I get over-excited and I sweat. It’s not pretty.
My poker face holds up well enough. Then, I polish off my third or fourth beer and you can read me like an open oversized-print kid’s book.
But I play because it’s fun. I play because it gets me out of the house. I play because that’s what men are *supposed* to do, right?
And I always lose.