Posted on 05/25/2005 12:12:35 PM PDT by .cnI redruM
Rounders was born too soon. When the film debuted in September of 1998, televised poker was a once-a-year, one-hour proposition on ESPN. Online gambling sites virtually didn't exist. College students were still gambling on sporting events or in fantasy leagues. And so Rounders, starring Damon as a law student whose real talent is poker, never became a zeitgeist film. It never did for poker what Saturday Night Fever did for disco.
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Ebert, a casual poker player himself, astutely observed that Rounders is anything but a cautionary tale. "If this movie was about alcoholism," he wrote, "the hero would regain consciousness after the DTs and order another double."
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But this is the age of DVD. And on home video Rounders has found, if not a massive audience, then at least a fiercely loyal one among college-aged men. And why not? While the film's plot is rote, the characters and the feel of Jonathan Dahl's film is genuine.
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And so, seven years after its initial release, Rounders is more popular than ever. It may be the most influential recruiting film to hit college campuses since Top Gun.
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-- Opening line from the film Rounders, as spoken by Mike McDermott (Matt Damon)
I played too often myself when I wore the BDUs. The worst experience I ever had in poker is the night I won and kept on winning. This guy I had been buddies first started talking about how poor his wife and kids were and then started looking at me like he intended to kill me. It almost got too real. That was it for myself and Texas No Limit Hold 'Em.
I guess I am showing my age because to me the only memory is of Glenn Ford and Henry Fonda in ROUNDERS -- Howdy, Howdy.
Regarding your comments about the "poor" guy and his losing money, my friend is also not the wealthiest guy around and he has a young daughter and a new born son. 4 days after his son was born we were playing at his brother in laws house. After taking several large pots down that he was the only caller to the river I said, "your baby needs a new pair of shoes, but not tonight."
He laughed it off and knew it was a joke.
There are NO FRIENDS at the table. NONE. I will take your last penny and feel no guilt about it. And if you take my last penny, you should feel no guilt.
All of us know that after the chit chat stops and the cards are dealt we are all enemies.
The games are friendly, the ball busting and sarcasm is non-stop, but the play is as serious as it gets.
I feel good if I don't play though.
You see a man's weakness and you exploit it for your own gain, hiding behind the facade of "the game".
And that is one of the things I love about No Limit Hold Em. You don't need cards! I have had some of my best tournament finishes when I have gotten squat for cards. And there is nothing like catching a full house on the river when you were forced to go all-in in the big blind with 2-7 off suit. I have done that once and the guy I was in the pot against about exploded when the 7 hit on the river for me to beat his trips.
I won't tell the whole story, but I once took down a $48,000 pot in a tournament with 9-5 offsuit. Caught four 9s and had two full houses betting into me!
Not at all. Every player at the table knows he has a chance of leaving with nothing long before they ever sit down.
Play in No Limit Texas Hold 'Em evets at your favorite tavern for free.
A players reputation is his greatest weapon.
I'd rather mow the lawn.
I rather play cards and drink beer than do yard work. Your one screwed up guy! LOL!
Then play for pennies a game.
Indeed. I have an ultra-tight image among the guys I play with, which is generally correct, but it often lets me win pots with bluffs at critical moments.
After WWW2, my father became a professional gambler. He gambled for a living for several years. If the pot got too low, he sold a car for his dad and salted the pot with it. He always told me "Never gamble with more than you can afford to lose" and "Never gamble with a man that you know is losing too much".
My dad quit when men started throwing their marriage licenses into the pot. For the rest of his life, he only gambled little amounts at Gin Rummy or Poker in the locker room of the Country Club. And he did it everyday until the brain tumor took away the ability to play.
The guy across the table is your friend. You can play against him but he is still your friend. If you ever forget that, it's no longer a game.
Something I learned long ago is that you announce BEFORE YOU START PLAYING what time you're going to be leaving the table.
There's nothing worse than holding everyone elses' money and saying, "well, I guess it's time for me to leave."
Mark
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