Sunday I play in a 3700 person tournament, the $1000 "donkament." I last quite a while, milking my "tight old guy" personality while robbing them blind when they're not looking.
Halfway through the day two of my opponents make a bet on how old I am. One of them says 40, and the other says 44. (I'm actually 54.) Normally, their misestimates would be cause for jubilation. But given my default strategy of playing a tight old guy, I really prefer to look older. Oh well, let's just take the compliment and move on.
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