Summertime as 12 year olds in the mid 80s, a group of us would have regular poker games at one of our houses. We’d play dealer choice where the dealer would pick the game and the size of the pot. The pot wasn’t money, it was baseball cards. Dealer would call out a dollar amount and each guy would have to dig into his binder and ante up his agreed upon cards. Mattingly, Ripken, Gwynn, Boggs, Brett, murray etc would be passed from person to person all summer long depending on how you did that particular night. It was great until you lost a big hand and got cleaned out right before mom came to pick you up.
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