It’s not often that I play poker, but I have to admit that Poker Night was pretty fun. Before I spoil the evening let me give you Paul’s oh-so-eloquent rendition of the night:
It’s not often that you’ll get a bunch of sensitive, purpose-driven guys together in a room betting cash and talking trash while drinking absinthe and quoting 80s movies. Such was the case this eve, however, as some core I-I staffers and Rabbi Zalman’s son went head-to-head with the inventor of Outfoxed (seriously, one of the most amazing Web 2.0 community initiatives I’ve seen thus far!). The game was Texas Hold ‘Em, and we had a men’s table ($10 buy-in), and a boy’s table ($5) with yours truly placing silver on the men’s table.
It’s not like any of us are raging pokaholics; it just feels good to occasionally take risks, deaden brain cells, and boast so loud the cops almost come. That we had a couple steaks and bucketful of potatoes only assisted the cause of “grounding” ourselves a bit more before engaging in the next weeklong round of indulging our most idealistic flights of fancy and trying to restore order to a world that seems pathologically prone to enjoying shitty, shitty pseudo-Christian movies and little else.
I figure that for a hardcore ascender like me, it’s probably helpful to douse myself in this sort of atmosphere once in a while. Once in a great while…
P.S. – the title of this post is a blatant reference to one of the guys playing at my table. I won’t mention his name, but lets just say that his technique didn’t Outfox anyone. 
