And us second hand-smoke-victim-Native-American-casino players are welcoming them with open arms.
It's been the talk of the poker room the past two weekends; story after story about how some "internet player" donked off all their chips in a mad bluff or by calling pot sized bets to chase a thin draw that never came.
They pretty much all dress alike, so its easy to spot them even before the action starts: slanted, filthy ballcaps, Affliction t-shirts, and improbable facial hair.
I've been the beneficiary of this internet largesse, and it's pretty fun.
So I ask my dear Uncle to please keep enforcing the "no online poker" ban!