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The Gambler's Son
2008-01-14 05:48
by Alex Belth
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Not so long ago, a good friend of mine encouraged me to feel comfortable promoting myself. While it doesn't come naturally for me, I figured, what the hell, I can talk about Pat Jordan's writing all day long. The Best Sports Writing of Pat Jordan is coming out just before Opening Day. Each week until then, I'm going to pick one of Pat's stories that can be found on-line and feature it in a post. Leading off is a fun piece he did a few years ago for the New York Times magazine on Daniel Negreanu, the all-star poker player (the story was featured in The Best American Sports Writing 2006, edited by Michael Lewis).

Card Stud (Originally published, May, 2005.)

Negreanu claims not to have much interest in money, except as a means of keeping score. After he won that $1.8 million at the Bellagio, he bought six videos and put the rest of the money in poker chips in a lockbox at the casino as if it were a bus-station locker. The chips are still there. The $1.1 million Negreanu won in Atlantic City was converted into $300,000 in cash and an $800,000 check. Back home in Las Vegas, he discovered that he left the check in his hotel room; the maid threw it out, and Negreanu had to fly back for another check. "I don't believe much in banks," he says. "Although I do have one bank account with not much in it, just a couple hundred thousand." He also doesn't believe in credit cards, or buying anything he can't afford to pay cash for, which is why he always travels with a wad of $100 bills held together with an elastic band.

Negreanu has two basic rules for playing poker. First, maximize your best hand and minimize a mediocre hand. Too many novices play too many mediocre hands when not bluffing, which increases their chances of losing. Great players only play hands when they have "the nuts," or unbeatable cards; otherwise they fold hand after hand. Second, play hours, not results. Negreanu sets a time limit for his play and sticks to it, whether he's winning or losing. If he goes beyond his time limit, he risks playing "tired hands" when he is not sharp. (Before a tournament, Negreanu gives up alcohol and caffeine. "I do nothing, to numb my brain," he says, "except watch poker film -- just like an N.F.L. team before the Super Bowl.")

Negreanu says that most great players are geniuses, then lists the kinds of genius they must have: 1) a thorough knowledge of poker; 2) a mathematical understanding of the probabilities of a card being dealt, given the cards visible; 3) a psychological understanding of an opponent; 4) an understanding of an opponent's betting patterns -- that is, how he bets with the nuts and how he bets when bluffing; and 5) the ability to read "tells," or a player's physical reactions to the cards he is dealt. Negreanu is a master at reading tells, although he claims it is an overrated gift, since only mediocre players have obvious tells. The best players, of course, have poker faces.

Negreanu says he can break down opponents' hands into a range of 20 possibilities after two cards are dealt. After the next three cards are dealt, he says, he can narrow the possible hands to five, and after the last two cards are dealt, to two. "It's not an exact science," he admits, "but I can reduce the possibilities based on the cards showing, his betting pattern, tells, his personality and my pure instinct."

Shulman, Card Player's co-publisher, connects Negreanu's success to his personality: "Daniel controls a table by getting everyone to talk and forget they're playing for millions," he told me. "He makes every game seem like a home game -- you know, guys drinking beer and eating chips. They forget what's happening. Plus, Daniel is the best at reading an opponent's hands, as if their cards were transparent. He gets guys to play against him when he has a winning hand and gets them to fold when he has nothing. He's the King of Bluffing. You know some guys can beat bad players and not good players, and some vice versa. Daniel does both."

Beyond Negreanu's knowledge and considerable intelligence, what makes him truly great is his aggressiveness in a game -- his ruthlessness, some might say. He once bluffed his own girlfriend, also a professional poker player, out of a large pot at a tournament. "I bet with nothing," he says, "and she folded. To rub it in, I showed her my hand. She was furious. She stormed into the bathroom, and we could hear her kicking the door, screaming, smashing stuff. When she came out she kicked me in the shin and said, 'Take your own cab home.'" She is no longer his girlfriend.

While we are on the subject of gambling, here's another terrific piece. This one begins with Jordan's old man, a professional gambler:

My father never worked a day in his life. He was a gambler and a con man and a grifter for all of the 65 years that I knew him. He gambled on pool, cards, dice, horses, sports events, two pigeons sitting on a fence, anything — as long as he could find an edge. Shaved dice. Marked cards. A drugged horse. And when he couldn't find an edge, when the game was fixed against him, he gambled anyway, because, he told me, "it was the only game in town." When he was 89, he gambled on a triple-bypass heart operation because he liked the odds. His doctor told him that if he survived the operation, he had a 60-40 chance of living six more years, and he did. He spent those last years in an assisted-living facility, where he booked bets on the pay phone in the lobby. I can imagine him now, in the midst of the playoffs, getting the line on the San Diego Chargers or the Philadelphia Eagles, scribbling it on a piece of paper he held against the wall, studying it, then placing his bet.

My father never knew his parents. He spent the first 15 years of his life in an orphanage, a good apprenticeship for a gambler and a swindler. He learned early how to con his custodians out of extra food and sometimes even affection. When he left the orphanage, he turned to gambling for his livelihood and his satisfactions. Gambling proved that he existed, that he was special, smarter than his marks, smarter even than God's will.

Here's what it was like to grow up a gambler's son. I couldn't listen to "The Lone Ranger" on the radio because my father had to listen to horse-racing results. I could never root for the Yankees and our heroes (DiMaggio, Berra, Raschi, Crosetti) when they played the Red Sox if Uncle Freddy was "down" on the Red Sox. Matchbooks were strewn everywhere throughout our house, yet my father didn't smoke. When I was 7, I burned up a matchbook and was punished — not for almost starting a fire but for destroying my father's betting line, which he always wrote on the inside covers of matchbooks. Whenever he was sitting in the back seat of a police car, arrested for gambling, he'd ask the officer in front for a cigarette. He'd light the cigarette, then toss the matchbook with his betting line, the evidence, out the window. When I was 12, my father bought me an expensive Herb Score baseball glove; three days later, he pawned it. After one of his disastrous betting weekends, real estate agents wandered through our house asking my mother questions about heating costs. When my father was sick in bed with the flu, I would come home from high school to find my mother on the phone, scribbling numbers on a bunched-up napkin while my father shouted down from their bedroom, "Get the line on Frisco!"

...My father had no interest in money. "It's about the juice," he said, the action. Money was just a means to keep score. He gave it away, to his friends, his wife, me. He paid for every dinner with his buddies, overtipped every bartender and waiter, bought my mother diamonds when he was flush, bought me expensive baseball shoes made of kangaroo leather and bought nothing for himself, except a new navy blazer with brass buttons every 20 years or so.

For more on Jordan's unsentimental childhood, check out his memoirs: "A False Spring," and "A Nice Tuesday."

2008-01-14 09:00:22
1.   Cru Jones
ESPN reports Yankees retract offer for Santana (again):
2008-01-14 10:59:28
2.   BobbyBaseBall
Man, the story of Jordan going to Vegas.


He sure can write the crap outta an article, huh?

2008-01-14 13:07:36
3.   bartap74
Thanks for the great post. In addition to being a Yankee fan, I'm also a bit of a poker enthusiast and Negreanu is my favorite player.
2008-01-14 13:34:09
4.   Alex Belth
I'm not a poker fan, but since reading the Negreanu piece (Pat also wrote one on David Williams, which is featured in our collection), I've checked it out on TV every once in a while. I've seen Negreanu in action. Quite a character.
2008-01-16 10:44:20
5.   Rob Middletown CT
Negreanu is good. But, more importantly for me - the guy watching poker on TV because his wife likes it - he's entertaining.

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