"Honey? Hey, it's dad. I did it!"
"Daddy???"
"Yeah, it's me," her father, Cole Garr, said. "I did it. I won!"
"Seriously!? So you get to come out here to Las Vegas, right?"
"I do. And everything is paid for courtesy of All-in Poker. I signed up for their on-line tournament on a whim. I started winning and kept winning and before I knew it, I was playing heads-up for the on-line title."
"What's heads-up again?" she asked.
"It's where you play one-on-one. Anyway, I had Ace-King the final hand and the other guy thought I was bluffing when I shoved and went all in. He called me and I paired my aces on the flop and that was it."
His 24-year old daughter, Kendra, had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't understand poker or even like it, but she loved that her father finally had a hobby he enjoyed. All she knew was he would be coming to Nevada and she'd get to see him. She understood it was for one of the biggest poker tournaments on the Global Poker Tour, but they'd still get to spend some time together. Kendra was already making plans and would ask to take a few days leave tomorrow morning as soon as she got to work.
While it was true she didn't get home too often, she went as often as she could. The last time had been not long after she'd re-enlisted a little over a year and a half ago. Her father called her one evening and he just never called. Either she called them or her mom called her. She was concerned but not really worried when she heard his voice until it began to crack.
That's when he gave her the worst news she'd ever gotten in her life. Her mother had been killed by a drunk driver on the way home from work that afternoon leaving them both saddened, stunned, and with no idea what to do or how to go about doing it. The ten days she spent back home in Michigan with her father for the funeral passed in a kind of hellish haze. Neither of them could think or focus on anything. The only reason they even made it through was due to the help of her two uncles who took care of all the details from meals to grocery shopping to paying bills to the funeral itself.
Kendra had cried when she left, but then she hadn't stopped crying since he'd called. Now, some nineteen months later, she no longer cried at all, but she still worried about her dad living all alone in that big house in their small town of Sterling which was about 40 miles north of Saginaw.
Cole had always taken care of himself physically, a habit he'd picked up early life in high school where he played three sports followed by a four-year stint in the Army where served as an infantryman and then a Ranger. Working out and running—when it was warm enough—or swimming when it wasn't—were second nature to him. Other than that though, he had no hobbies and only one real friend—his wife, Sharon.
A year ago, he'd forced himself to get out his iPad and for some reason, he thought Texas Hold 'Em poker might be interesting having played a lot of seven-card stud in the Army. He downloaded a free app and started playing. At first, it was nothing but a way to pass the lonely hours at home after work. Initially, he only played on the one site, but he had so much fun he joined another and then a third. He was soon playing 12 hours a day most days that lasted well past midnight and never got tired of it. He did however, start getting good at it. Very good, in fact.
As he grew to enjoy the game more and more, he found himself wanting to do little else and three months later, Cole put in for and was soon approved for early retirement from the postal service. His job had always been a paycheck and little more. Now he had no interest in ever working and vowed to never work again.
At 43, the monthly pension was meager to say the least, and yet he managed to live well enough on it as long as it was supplemented by what was left from Sharon's life insurance policy. As that began to run out, he decided to take a chance on playing in actual tournament down in Saginaw and ended up winning it. He'd taken home a little over five grand after taxes and he was hooked. He won another local tournament then finished second before winning a third time. All told, he'd pocketed a little over $15,000 doing something he'd do all day long for free.
And that's when he learned about a site that offered a chance to win a seat at the Las Vegas Big Event to the winner of its on-line tournament. There was a $20 charge to play which was considered a fee, as playing on-line poker for cash had been illegal for several years. He didn't make any money by winning, but he had earned a seat in the Vegas tournament and it had a very large prize pool. He knew he wouldn't win, but if he could even cash—hang in there long enough to make the money cut-off after enough players were knocked out—he'd win at least $35,000. The winner would take home $3.75 million and the runner-up $1.75 million, and Cole now at least had a hypothetical shot at some real money.
In addition to never working again, something else he planned to never do again was date—let alone remarry. He'd said 'until death do us part' and meant it, but he'd loved his wife so much, his love lived on well beyond her passing. Many days following his wife's death, he hadn't even cared about living. And that's when he discovered on-line poker.
He'd married Kendra's mom, Sharon Cousins, right out of high school and they'd been the only people the other had ever really even dated and definitely the only other person either of them had ever slept with. Now he was almost 44, single again, and lonely to the point of despair.
Cole would never admit it, but there was another reason he planned not to date again and it was so embarrassing, he couldn't even stand to think about it let alone discuss it. Back in high school he'd been considered a very good-looking guy and was also a pretty good football player. He was an even better wrestler, and if not for his looks and athletic ability, he knew the nickname a couple of the other guys sometimes used privately for him would have stuck—and spread.
They called him 'TD' which was um...short...for—tiny dick. He hadn't given it any thought before the first time someone pointed and laughed during showers after practice. "Hey, man. Where do you keep the pepper and the tweezers?"
"Pepper and tweezers? What does that mean?" he'd asked naively.
"Well, that prick of yours is so small don't you need pepper to cause you to sneeze so it'll pop out and tweezers to grab it when it does just to take a leak?" The guy roared at his own joke and Cole had felt like his...tiny dick...had shriveled up and gone inside him.
Fortunately, no one else had been there to hear it and only one other guy ever said anything to him about it, but it caused a deep level of self-consciousness he'd largely been able to bury to set in deep in psyche. He'd never gotten over it and it got a lot worse when he joined the Army. That's when they really let him have it. They came up with the moniker 'Short Round' for him from his first day in his first unit following basic training and infantry school. Here again, the only thing that kept him from constant harassment was that Cole was really good at his job. The kidding never totally stopped, but it wasn't that 'big' of a deal because Cole's shit was in one tight bag, tactically speaking.
Sharon had never seen another man's penis and she wouldn't be caught dead looking at one in a magazine or on line. As far as she knew, Cole's was just like any other guy's who was strong, athletic, and good looking. Besides, he was very skilled with other parts of his body and Sharon never went without her share of orgasms. There just wasn't enough of him to do much of anything when it came to vaginal stimulation. He did however, give her a daughter and all of his love, so what more could a woman want? Well, any woman who didn't know her husband's nicknames had been 'Tiny Dick' and 'Short Round.'
No, Cole would rather live alone than have to deal with the disappointing looks and half-hearted reassurances 'things were just fine' he knew he'd get from any other woman with whom he got intimate. Were he at least average in size, he'd love to eventually date again and maybe even marry someone else, but this internalized fear of ridicule was so deeply ingrained, he'd gladly live by himself. For now, he didn't need a woman as he had not only a hobby but a passion that filled his days and dating was the last thing on his mind.
Poker had been invaluable in turning things around and winning this tournament almost made him feel like his old self again. Kendra could sense the change in his voice when they spoke. She hadn't heard him sound this happy or excited since her mom was alive. And in six weeks, he'd be in Las Vegas where she'd been sent since re-enlisting for her first choice of duty stations—Nellis Air Force Base.
