High Roller !!

 'Stuey' Ungar: [narrating] The math guys call it "positive expectation". It's how all these big casinos get built. You throw down your cash hour after hour, and the casinos edge on the game just whittles it away. Sometimes it's just a tiny edge, but it's always there. They know if you win, it's just temporary, so they buy you your drink and your dinner, and they smile and wait for you to lay your money down again until eventually you lose. And that's what we did, too. Just waited for ya. In the sixties, guys who wore cowboy hats and had cutesy names played poker. By 1980, some of them were still around, but they weren't the best no more. The new pros were math teachers, bankers, lawyers, scientists. Guys who stopped in Vegas for a vacation and figured out they could make more money doing this than any shitty 9-5er. Some of them made money. Some went broke and ran back to real life. Our favorite thing was to beat the shit outta some young hotshot. Some jerk-off who dominated his home poker game and thought he could make a livin' playin' it. Just destroy him. And the great thing for us was that Texas Hold'em was such an easy game. You get two private cards, five others are dealt up. Whoever makes the best five-card hand wins. Piece of cake. And more assholes showed up every day to prove they had it knocked. It was a fuckin' feast. 'Cause these donkeys never figured out that the game wasn't about cards. It was about people.

  As always: play well,have fun,and make some new friends.