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Originally Posted by Doctor Poker
Wait, you actually played Stu Ungar?
Do tell us everything, Sir.
It's no great honor. If you played at high stakes in Las Vegas in the 80's you'd run into him. There were a lot fewer players in those days, and a lot fewer places to play.
As I said, I didn't play him much. I wouldn't leave if he came into a game, but I wouldn't sit down if he was there already. I remember him mostly as a mob guy, not as a famous player. The WSOP was still a casino publicity stunt, not considered the place to find the best poker player in the world. Gardena had a much higher level of play at the top stakes than Las Vegas. Bracelets didn't mean much, only Amarillo Slim managed to get much traction out of one, and that was due to folksy humor and talk show success more than poker winnings. And remember that Unger had to beat only a total of 146 other players to win BOTH in 1980 and 1981. In 2006, after doing what Unger did in both years, you'd still have 60 more people to beat to win.
It's kind of funny how young players today think of early WSOP winners as superstars or demigods. To me most of them were just the guys hanging around the high-stakes poker rooms, trying to make a living. There were just as good players from that generation who never won the main event. I was part of a younger crowd of mostly college-educated mathematical players, 2+2 style, not Texas road gamblers. Stu Unger was somewhere in between. If he had better self-discipline, he would have made his fortune in sports betting. That was the big money in those days.
Nobody liked professional poker players back then. Casinos considered poker an annoying sideline where players lost money that the house didn't get. They stuck us under the stairs or in dark corners next to the loudest slot machines. Everyone else thought we were degenerate bums or hustlers. You could get respect playing poker only if it was a hobby, and you earned your living from a good job.
Stu Unger was certainly the most dramatic player in those days, everyone knew him. His game was unusual and his gin rummy fame got respect. He also did lots of unusual things away from the poker table. As I mentioned, a lot of pros liked to play in his games, not to win money from him, but because his aggressive play and manner got tourists to play loose. There was a kind of tourist who liked a slight whiff of mob connections, guys who idolized Frank Sinatra's rat pack in the 60s and thought organized crime was cute.
I wish I could tell you I had some memorable hands where I took him for a hundred grand on the river, and he said afterwards, "Aaron you're twice the poker player I am," but I don't. My guess is he didn't know my name, he certainly never knew my last name. I was just one of a faceless college kids who were showing up more and more in Las Vegas.