It was $1 ante. I have a pool table by my poker table in the basement. All of us are good buddies from the pool room. If somebody went all-in or got knocked out, they could engage in a game of stakes on the pool table. Cars would be parked outside my house all night long. It was fun. But soon some of my buddies gambled away their rent money, cab rent money, et cetera, and we started playing a different format, 100 chips for $10, pot limit. We could play multiple poker tournaments every night and nobody got hurt. In those tournaments, I didn't get the free ante or remove $1 from the pot.
There was only one time when somebody, a friend of a friend, objected to me playing AND getting free ante. Instead of removing the $1 from the pot, I'd play most nights and get that free ante. It was the nuts!
Here's a photo from the good old days. We all had pool names. From left to right, Tom-Tom aka Tom Wirth, author of "One Pocket: A Game of Controlled Aggression," Bowie, Rudd the Roofer, Baby Huey, and Cap Driver Pete. In this photo, it looks like Tom-Tom and Cab Driver Pete are in a standoff.
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