Comments:American poker player Chip Reese dies at age 56
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I had the privilege of knowing Chip for 39 years, and I am proud to have been his friend throughout his much too short stay on this earth. My brother Dana was one of Chip's closest friends and classmates at Dartmouth, and I spent nearly all my college breaks visiting my brother and his friends at Hanover. Chip and another of his close Dartmouth classmates, Dr. David Smile, used to hitchike to Dartmouth from their hometown of Dayton, Ohio, often staying over at our house in Auburn, NY en route to school. Chip instantly became an "adopted" member of my family, as my dad was an accomplished poker player who had made his fortune during games vs. servicemen throughout WWII. Naturally, Chip's incredible and genuine warm personality, coupled with his unique poker skills, won over my dad and the rest of my poker playing family. I spent hours playing heads-up with Chip at Dartmouth after returning (quite enebriated) from fraternity parties, as Chip was always waiting up at the combination TV room/ poker room that today bears his name. I will never forget his smiles and laughter as he pummelled me virtually every hand in a game that was then known as "cheat casino", where winning depended upon reading your opponent. Even after he had established himself as the greatest poker player in Las Vegas, Chip found occasion to visit my family in Auburn, NY. My grandmother (who was over 80 years old) held this bi-weekly $.10/$.25 game, which Chip took the time to play and grace our table with his presence. There is one statement Chip told me after we finished playing in one of my grandmother's game that I will never forget. It is a story that my brother neglected to relate in his eulogy. I was poking a little fun at how serious the players at that $.10/$.25 game were compared to the stakes Chip was used to playing. Chip never hesitated one second to respond, "Jeff, those people are playing at a much higher level than I am; they are playing for all they really have; you can't play higher than that." He smiled but he was totally serious. It was just the way he saw things, and was able to put them in the proper perspective. That gives you some idea why Chip was so loved by anyone who knew him. He could relate and empathize with everyone he met, showing equal courtesy, warmth and respect no matter what their station in life. He helped so many people through difficult times in their lives, without passing judgement. He will be missed by many; I think of him anytime I am feeling down, and things always seem to brighten up. RIP, Chip there will never be another like him. Jeff Martino —Preceding unsigned comment added by Jeff m (talk • contribs) 09:12, 2 October 2009 (UTC)