Lee Davy spins another yarn from his experiences at the 46th Annual World Series of Poker, this time focusing on a grudge he created with an Italian player whilst playing the $1,500 Extended Levels No-Limit Hold’em event.

One of the reasons I continue to be a fish, is the grudge. I’m not talking about the Japanese horror flick starring that scary bitch that looks uncannily like my wife after she walks out of a shower. I’m talking about the grudge I hold against my opponent’s.

Did you ever wish that you knew how to fight like Bruce Lee? I did. When I was a kid, people used to pick on me. I’m the by-product of a white woman and Chinese man having a bit of fun in the back of a Lada. They used to call be Chinky China Man. My Dad made me fight them. There was always this split second before the fight would start, the fear would subside, and belief would flood in. I was Bruce Lee. Two minutes later I was on the floor getting the shit kicked out of me.

I am positive that those early experiences shaped the grudge within me. I hate being seen as inferior to anyone in anyway. I hate being told what to do. That means school teachers, parents, bosses, and wives are off my Christmas list. I also hate class differences. I am a working class man at heart, and therefore I despise snobbery in any form.