My dad, Larry, was the “Kid champion of Quesada Street.” He was a successful newspaper reporter and despite his demanding job, was the dad that always went above and beyond for all the neighborhood kids. We could always count on him to foster anything we were interested in. When we said we wanted to learn how to play poker, he taught us the basics of five-card draw and seven-card stud. He wouldn’t just teach us the game, he would host, with a couple of the other dads on the block, competitions for us in our rec room basement. This was no walk in the park either, stakes were high in this competitive nickel ante game. All the kids had to bring our own money to get into the game and if you ran out, you left the table. There was no crying at Larry’s poker table, even if you were 9-years-old. He taught the neighborhood gang and me rules and strategy, how to be a good winner, and, most importantly, how to be a gracious loser.