Real Men Need Poker Night
God, sex, cars, really good scotch and a lot of five-card stud. Might just be essential to your health
Snip:
I don't watch NASCAR or "WWE Raw" or "The Man Show." I don't read a lot of Maxim or ESPN Magazine or Sporting News nor frequent Gold's Gym with a cadre of thick muscled dudes named Rick or Tony who stand over me and spot my bench presses with a lot of c'mon dude you can do it pump one more rep yeah yeah yeah, just before we all high five and go out for pizza and beer and talk about SportsCenter and the crazy shopping habits/frustrating fellatio inhibitions of our wives.
I do not spend endless hours of every weekend out in the garage rebuilding my rusty old '67 'Stang. I do not grill giant slabs of beef ribs on the Weber every night. I do not reshingle the house or wear khaki Dockers or pound pitchers of Bud Light at O'Shaunessey's during the Final Four. Maybe I should. But I don't.
In fact, I engage in few stereotypical manly guy things largely because I live in the City and enjoy a wickedly urban and decidedly lubricious lifestyle, and tend to find many traditionally "guy" activities to be sort of unfulfilling and uninteresting and occasionally sort of dorky and faux macho and sadly devoid of divine sensuality and intellectual mystery and really good booze. But whatever. That's just me.
But maybe I've been wrong all along. Maybe there are ways to do this sort of thing right. Maybe I've been neglecting an important aspect of life, that of the Gathering of Like-Minded Ones, the Reinforcement of the Gender Thing, the Great Weekly Bonding Event.
Because I now find I want to start a poker night. A real one. Sort of.
The whole column is here:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2003/12/03/notes120303.DTL