Anyone reading these blogs is probably scratching their head and wondering what any of this has to do with poker. Believe me, it does, but I have to get around to it in my own time. I'm not going to bore you with the details of my thyroidectomy or all the changes your body goes through when they start cutting out bits and pieces. When it was all over they told me my cancer was Stage 4. For those of you who don't know what that means, lets just say Mr. C is holding a lot of chips. Up to this point, I had lead a life of contented mediocrity. I'm good at a lot of things, but I have never been great at anything. Don't get me wrong, I have very few regrets, but sometimes you ask yourself "what if". I grew up in the midwest during the 50's. It was very Ozzie and Harriet if you were middle class. We weren't, my dad was a carpenter and jobs were hard to come by in the winter. So we moved a lot. By the time I was 17 and joined the Marines, I had attended 14 different schools. I hated school, it bored me and being the new kid every year was a real pain. But I never went hungry, so I figured I was ahead of the game. My dad was a redneck with an 8th grade education and a vile temper. I learned early on not to cross him and never lie to him. He taught me how to play poker and we'd play for matchsticks. Although when I got older and he could afford to give me an allowance, we'd play penny-ante. I think I was 16 before I got to keep any of my allowance. During our games he would have two beers and impart to me his accumulated wisdom. Steff like' " if you ever shake hands with a preacher, politition or used car dealer, be sure to count your fingers when you get your hand back". His favorite was: "A man only needs three things in life, a good gun, a good dog, and a good woman". He liked people to think he was just a dumb good old boy, especially the people he played poker with. (just a note to any current or former English majors who might read this: I already know that my spelling and grammer suck) What I really learned from him though was to work hard, do a good job and take care of my family. When life puts a boot in your ass, don't whine and complain, just get up, dust yourself off and get on with it. Like my dad said,"life is a game and eventually everybody is gonna lose".