This isn't the post I was planning to write this morning but sometimes we play the hand we're dealt.
I have this neighbor, we've become friends, who joins me at the gym about 5 days a week. I've learned to enjoy a good workout and I've found having a friend there with me pushes both of us to do more.
Wednesday, I heard something at the bench press that made me excited about poker.
Later, I heard something in his pickup truck on the way home that made me remember what I don't like about a ring game with strangers.
Last night I remembered what I hate about playing online and in person.
THE IDIOTS AT THE BENCH
After a quick warmup we always start with a few sets on the bench press. I went first, then my friend, then we switched up for another set.
Next to us is another bench where three men in their thirties were also trading sets. They were talking about a card game the night before. I loved every word.
"I had the Ace-high straight," said the angry one, "and some idiot makes quad 10s on the river!"
"That guy's an idiot!" said his incredulous friend.
"I mean, there is a 1 in 100 chance of that happening," continued Mr. Angry, "I win that hand 99 times."
I couldn't resist interrupting.
"Did the idiot have a set or trips? And if he had trips, weren't you at all concerned about your straight on a paired board?" I asked.
"Naw," said angry, "This guy doesn't know how to play."
I let it go but suddenly wanted very badly to work an invite to their table.
Later as my neighbor and I worked a few sets at something else, the same three people were still talking nonsense. I interjected and told them I like to play cards, my name is G-Rob, we should play sometime.
I hope to make money from them.
These people are my most profitable demo, perfect strangers. People I've played with for years have made good and proper adjustments to my strongest game, forcing me to make adjustments of my own. I dominate people who don't know me at all.
THE DRIVE HOME
So after our workout my neighbor and I climb into his truck and head back home. In fact, I was in the middle of telling him about why I talked to the poker nitwits we'd met, when someone cut us off.
It was a woman in an older model Honda Civic.
"Damned woman drivers!" he yelled.
"Yeah," I muttered back.
"Only thing worse than women drivers is the blacks," he continued.
The car kept going. My mind came to a screeching halt. All I could muster from this person I thought I knew was, "I don't know about that..."
"Look," he said, now leaning over the wheel he was gripping with both hands, "this isn't easy to say and I know it's going to sound bad... but I'm a racist."
How in the hell does a decent man react to a statement like that?
I simply said, "I'm not."
The next day, Thursday, this same neighbor called to ask if we were still going to the gym. My answer to him is the heart of this post.
The Poker People You Meet
I've made some very close, hopefully lifelong friends at the poker table. I first met Badblood while playing in Otis' garage.
I met TheMark and his brother Gucci Rick the same way. Honestly, I could spend the next 400 words listing the names of good honest people I've met, and who's company I've enjoyed. People who I otherwise wouldn't know without poker or this poker blog.
Still, the number of complete asshats in my life has skyrocketed too.
Poker, a stressful, competitive, individual game often brings out the worst in people. Somtimes it digs up the very worst in... the very worst of... people.
I've spent hours at a time sharing the felt with people who, for one reason or another I truly cannot stand. More often than not that happenes either in casinos or in casino-like underground games.
Homegames are a lot better. In fact, the two most popular homegames in town are populated ONLY with people I actually DO like.
However, if you've played in any underground room then you know what I mean. How often have you sat at a table with someone that you'd never allow in your own home? Would you want your boss to see you in their company?
Does this attitude make me a snob? An elitist? Perhaps. I don't think so.
I still voluntarily sit with those people I don't like
Why?
Because they can do something for me. Because complete strangers pay me off. Because I can profit from them.
I wonder what that says about me?
The Online Jerks
Nothing brings out the jerk in a person like the chat window online. I've written about it before, but it always strikes me what authentic a-holes people become when they take a bad beat from a stranger on Stars.
I don't think I'll get over that. Are people at their worst online? Or does the anonymity of online poker just show people for what they really are?
So I Went To The Gym
Honestly, I can't imagine many things a person could say me that I would find more offensive than, "I'm a racist."
I've really struggled with what to do.
I really enjoy the time this neighbor and I have spent together but I can't possibly let him think I will tolerate that kind of talk. In fact, I don't just want him to stop talking that way, I want him to stop FEELING that way. Which is part of the reason I'm still joining him at the gym.
We didn't talk Thursday about what happened the day before. Then, as we left the gym, three black women walked in past us. I felt guilty for the person I was with.
Frankly, I don't know what to do.
And that, is why I've wasted this important poker blog space writing about it.
Ouch.
I know how that basic scenario feels. I was in college with a dormitory setup of two guys in one room connected by the bathroom to two guys in a second room. Got to know the pint sized country bumpkin in the other room, used his truck at times, and threw back a bunch of beers.
All before he apparently became comfortable enough to drop a bomb on me one lazy NFL Sunday.
While talking about quarterbacks in the NFL he went off on a crazy tangent about "ni**ers" being too stupid to ever play quarterback.
Every attempt at countering his argument with common sense or evidence got him more riled up and brought out more and more ridiculously racist statements and rants.
I had to stop hanging around him and I don't think he ever realized why. He probably just thought I was always too busy to hang out.
It seems unlikely that you're going to convince a grown man, who has probably embraced this prejudice his whole life, to change his opinion. That kind of racism is usually so deeply ingrained that it won't just evolve over the course of a few conversations.
As for what you should do about it -- well, they say you can judge a man by the company he keeps.
Posted by: F-Train at May 9, 2008 8:48 AMYou know how to be a good person, and relate to others the same way, regardless of race. You have already asked yourself 'how profitable is this relationship' as it relates to your life, your friendship, your soul, and your wallet. He wouldn't be asked to my thanksgiving dinner either, but I would still enjoy a game in a card club with anyone at the table. All you can do is set a good example.
Posted by: Proto at May 9, 2008 9:22 AMYou definitely will not be able to change a grown man's opinion by talking to him but either will you by shunning him. We all have character flaws. If you enjoy this person in every other regard, simply let him know that you will not tolerate racist talk, jokes, etc. but that you still wish to be friendly.
Posted by: Trey at May 9, 2008 10:28 AMThat reminds me... Melrose Gulfman was never the same after the topless girl busted out the n-word.
This also makes me think of someone in my extended family who I consider to be a complete and offensive racist. Changing him is impossible. My only hope is that his beliefs didn't get passed on to the next generation.
Posted by: Luckbox at May 9, 2008 11:59 AMG-rob your post reminds me of the classic Monte Python routine about hating intolerant people (and the French). The neighbor also sounds like a sexist. Is that more tolerable?
I think there are two kinds of people.
1) Prejudice people who work to overcome their predispositions.
2) Prejudice people who don't.
Having grown up in a place that was very racially divided and having been in the minority (and treated as such) I would urge you not to judge someone by one misguided opinion. A person is a much greater entity than one opinion that they hold. It doesn't mean that you have to agree, condone, or have to tolerate racist comments. It means that you can agree to disagree. If he values you as a friend he will moderate his actions and comments while you are around because you will not tolerate them. You can't keep him from holding them, but you can hope to change them by being a good example, seeking to understand why he holds such views, and explaining your own. No one is perfect.
Posted by: AgSweep at May 9, 2008 10:52 PMTough, and great post about it. I guess I'd ask myself if I wanted my children around that person or making friends with people like that. So I'd have to set an example myself.
My one question, and an opinion opposite from the one I've just expressed, is does being intolerant like he is also mean extending the intolerance of his views so you aren't around him?
I guess if he keeps that talk up, you can tell him it makes you feel uncomfortable, and if he keeps it up after you've told him, to me that's rude and combative, and nobody is worth that. If he learns and keeps his views to himself, than he's considerate of your friendship.
Posted by: pokerpeaker at May 11, 2008 3:49 PMVery insightful post, and meaningful. Not a waste of time at all. I grew up with a terribly racist father and have been fortunate enough to change his thoughts. Married a woman of color very early in life and most recently married to a Chinese woman. Difficult for him to take at first, but I feel he learned through closer contact.
You can't fight ignorance in any event. Best of luck with your work-out parnter.
Posted by: Jim G. at May 11, 2008 4:05 PMFirst of all, I completely relate to your despising of many poker players in casinos and underground games. I've felt it. I've written abvout it. For me, it just makes it easier to want their money.
As for the neighbor, I've discovered in many of my friends, even some of those I've known for decades, characteristics that I don't agree with. If the guy was commiting hate crimes and you found out, that would be one thing. But it seems that he just has some opinions that most of us find appalling these days. Perhaps you guys found each other for a reason. Perhaps your role in his life is, without trying too hard, to help him with this little problem. But if you ever find a noose in his truck, I'd get the hell out, lol.
Posted by: TheTrooper97 at May 13, 2008 4:41 PMI've spent my life subscribing to this view: Only white people will change other white people's attitudes about matters of race. I've had to make a corollary to this policy since Obama came along since he is clearly having a tremendous influence on white people, as did Martin Luther King and a few others. But, by and large, it's white people talking with other white people who cause them to decide to buy a Prius instead of a Saturn, cut their hair shorter, wear a gold ear stud, etc. We learn from those we trust. If your friend trusts you, don't be selfish and throw that away. Do someting for all of us and make an effort to do your bit by throwing in some positive comments about Blacks, etc. You may not see a change but, trust me, you will have a better chance of changing him than somebody he knows only via TV or the Internet.
Posted by: drnorman at May 15, 2008 4:28 PM