Texas Jim barely seems to notice...<br/><br/>"Back when I was just a young pup, I got the opportunity to play with an old pro.  Hombre was a crotchety old bastard by the name of Brownsville Smith.  That right there tells y'all something.  Anyway, one evening as Brownsville and the others were fleecing the naive college boy..."<br/><br/>He grins, clearly implicating himself with that description.<br/><br/>"We got ourselves a visitor.  Pretty young thing.  Barely looked old enough to cross the street by herself.  She gave us this cute little giggle and asked if she could sit in a couple of rounds.  Old Brownsville wouldn't have any of it, but we finally talked him into it.  She lost every hand for the next hour or so.  The old man finally decided to spout his opinion that women couldn't play poker worth a damn."<br/><br/>He chuckles.<br/><br/>"Y'all ever see Maverick?  The new movie version with Mel Gibson?  Over the next hour, she cleaned his clock good.  Turned out she was a double-major grad student: Statistics and Psychology..."