Posted by Dr Fro 1:56 PM
On Friday night around 10pm, I was in the late stages of an SNG. I sent a quick email to a friend, CCM, who lives in Moscow. Since it was 7a.m. in Moscow, I was surprised when he replied with "What are you doing right now?". I told him that I was on PokerStars.
Evidently, Budakleck (another friend of ours, who lives in Budapest) was in Moscow visiting CCM. The wives were asleep and the boys stayed up until dawn drinking Johnny Walker and playing Pokerstars.
I busted out of the SNG and joined one of the tables Budakleck was on. He was multitabling and drinking, so I figured I could take his money pretty easily.
Then the phone rang. It was CCM and Budakleck. So we "talked" for about 30 minutes (did not collude of course, we are both too competitive, and our primary motivation was to beat the other one.). By "talked", I mean that I listened to CCM slur through a few unintelligble stories.
Then I got QQ and went all in. Budakleck called. He had KK. Bastard. I busted out and went to bed (10:30pm) because I had to run 8.5 miles only 7 hours later. They continued to play (and drink) because they had nothing to do the next day except, well, play and drink.
I think the point of my story is that we are truly in the information age when Budakleck, CCM and I can still play poker with each other, drink with each other and talk to each other, even though we now live in 3 different countries.