Poker ace
For Greg Scallan, poker is more than a game, it’s a job
By M. Scott Carter
The Norman Transcript
Off toward the east end of this mammoth, snake-like building, there’s a room edged by frosted glass and furnished with padded chairs and oval tables covered in green felt.
Large computer screens hang over the room’s entrance like Cerberus guarding the river Styx. The screens display the names of the room’s more important occupants, the players.
Underneath the screens are the regulars; the dealers, the crew, and a dozen or so leggy cocktail waitresses in tight, short, black skirts.
They, too, are here for the players.
They’ll deal cards, exchange chips, ferry drinks back and forth and, on occasion, even flirt.
It’s called the Poker Room.
And it’s here, on almost any given night, that you’ll find Greg Scallan.
Only Greg Scallan doesn’t come for the lights.
He’s not interested in the slot machines.
And, he’s not really paying attention to the pretty, dark-haired cocktail waitress.
Greg Scallan is focused.
He’s here to play poker.
Because poker is what Greg Scallan does for a living.
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He didn’t start playing poker; he started out bowling.