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Woke up this morning and my daughter wanted to talk to me about poker and poker players. Not the ideal subject matter for the start of the day but I should listen.

7.15am    Great start as was playing last night live until 4.45am.   She started by telling me about all the nice people she played with on blonde last night.  She mentioned "The Duke" who she thought was drunk and some others who were very nice.   I have to admit that I had given her my password and told her she could use $20 on the 10c / 20c blonde cash table. If she won she gets to keep the winnings.

I then asked her why they were so nice. She told me that they had all said hallo, and when someone decided to leave they all said good night. Simple thing common courtesy but what a difference it makes. She then told me how interested they were in the notes I keep on players on the system. They persuaded her to tell them what was written about each of them.  "Shame on you all"  Anyway she made a profit of $15 and explained how she slow played the nut straight on the flop to the over pair of kings. 

8.15am    I decided to drop her to college as after explaining her exploits she was going to be late. What was interesting to me was her interest in implied odds and her willingness to work out when she was favourite etc.  Considering she hates maths this was a nice surprise. It dawned on me that perhaps schools should consider using real life situations more in their teaching methods. Shopping on a budget, buying and selling from a market stall etc.   I know of many young people who come to work for my company. They can do all sort of complicated applied math. They can explain about modern art or have degrees in every "ology" known to man. When you ask them to give a client a 15% discount they look at you like you have two heads. If Jamie Oliver can do it for food perhaps I should do it for education that matters.

9am     Just dropped her at college.  Girls never looked like that when I was a lad. Jees I feel old.  What was great though was that we had spent a few hours together not talking about what she should or should not do. Me doing the father daughter routine and telling her about how stupid her most recent boyfriend looks. "How can someone wear a tea cosy on their head when they come into your house".   We were just friends and I loved her for it.

10am     Decided that as it is a beautiful day I should continue with my bonding and visit my son Jamie's school. It will be break time soon and they will be playing football in the playground. He is ten and has just changed allegiance from Arsenal to Liverpool.   How can he do that.  Why can't he support the mighty Leeds like his dad.  Anyway I go to the railings to have a look. I feel uneasy as am worried what I must look like. Thank god their are teachers around the gate who know me. Their he is running like a lunatic, smile across his face and as happy as a happy thing. For some reason this makes me cry. What the hell is wrong with me. I know I'm happy yet I feel like a fool. Walked away before he saw me. He would have wondered what was wrong as he has never seen me cry.  I sit in the car for ages with a lump in my throat. "God I love him" I suppose that explains it all really.

What a start to a beautiful autumn Friday morning. If this keeps up I will have to hug "she who must be obeyed" tonight.  And all this because my daughter wanted to talk about poker. Thank you to those who were on her table last night.

Great post :)up

 ;iagree;

 He is ten and has just changed allegiance from Arsenal to Liverpool.   

Good Lad..  :)up

Great Post..

 :goodpost:  Very nice Denis it is great when you get to be the best friend for a bit and not the dad. My wee one is only 5 and I sometimes feel i'm turning into my dad.. do it this way, don't do that etc I used to get so annoyed with him and I can see myself so much in the looks she shoots me when i nag her. Then sometimes it can be a simple thing like getting ready for school and just having fun at the same time dropping her off and getting a hug and being told "I love you Daddy" makes the world so much brighter. Just hope she can still do that when she is your daughter's age.


She still didn't tell me what your notes were on me though  :D

Don't think they would help anyone at that cash table anyway  ;D

Take it Kev wasn't on there then?

Great post.

 :goodpost: Great read, thanks for sharing

So let me get this straight...............your daughter now has a strong interest in gambling, and your son's a Liverpool fan............and that's a great day!!

 ;carlocitrone;

(Nice post BTW).

A fantastic day.  Although did he see us play on Wednesday night?  That was enough to put anyone off.

Great post, I have been rushing around all morning and just sat down with a cuppa and 5mins before I have to go out again. Reading that has put a big smile on my face and perked me up - thanks for sharing.

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One of the most interesting maths classes I had at school was the time I was caught filling out my football coupon for the weekend's games. Instead of whatever it was were were going to learn about, instead we had a lesson about probabilities, multiplications of fractions, learning about overrounds and why 13-match accumulators are mug bets.

Thanks for sharing such a lovely experiance with us denis  :) certain things my children do or say have a habit of bringing a lump to my throat  :)

Certain "things" they do surely bring a lump to others throats?!?!  ;angel;

NIce post btw Dennis

You're wrong. It's all about the 32-match accumulator bets. Mystery762116 told me so. :)

Great post Boss   :)up

Gulp.. Your a great man Dennis, lovely post x

What Matt said..xxx

If I supported Leeds I'd cry every day.

Nice post  :)up

Your rendition also brought a lump to my throat:) Thanks:)

Great post Denis. Thanks  :)up

Nice post, smiling now after crap day.

Smashing post Dennis and the young lady was a pleasure to have at the table.

Take it a step further and show the kids the post, I'm sure they'll appreciate it more than anyone.

Geo

very nice post

bring a tear to a glass eye

I  confess i normally hate the personal my family is so gr8 posts but this is quality, gr8 post.

What they all said - a beautiful Post indeed.

What a touching post Denis and it was lovely playing with your daughter at the table, she was so pleased to have made a profit too.

It was quite funny when she said that you had notes on some of the players and we tried to convince her that it was ok to share them as we were all friends  ;D

Does that mean she thought I was drunk (the cheek) and NOT very nice. Fantastic, Honest & truly moving post.. lol .. I raise a glass to you and yours -- oops drunk again...

I missed this thread till now - Great post.

I agree about making things practical in schools, far better than just teaching things that have no emotional impact on the person learning.

Children have an ability to bring a lump to their parents throats, my son does it regularly without even realising or trying.

Best way to learn subtraction...play darts  ;)