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Daniel Negreanu is a vegetarian, without much interest in food. ‘‘I ate two days ago’’ is the kind of thing he says. His disdain for food is a reaction to his mother, who is obsessed with food. Mommy, as he calls her, likes to serve people food, then sit down and smile at them as they eat. When Negreanu was growing up in Toronto, Mommy sent him to school with his lunch packed in a brown bag. When he went to McDonald’s with friends, she gave him a brown-bag lunch. When he got his first job as a telemarketer (’‘I lasted a day,’’ he says), Mommy packed him a brown-bag lunch. When he got his next job at Subway (’‘I was a good sandwich maker’’), Mommy packed him a brown-bag lunch. These days, when Negreanu goes to work at night at the Bellagio casino in Las Vegas, Mommy packs him a brown-bag lunch.

Sounds like he has obsessive compulsive disorder and its paying off wonderfully.

I found this part pretty funny.

Beyond Negreanu’s knowledge and considerable intelligence, what makes him truly great is his aggressiveness in a game – his ruthlessness, some might say. He once bluffed his own girlfriend, also a professional poker player, out of a large pot at a tournament. ‘‘I bet with nothing,’’ he says, ‘‘and she folded. To rub it in, I showed her my hand. She was furious. She stormed into the bathroom, and we could hear her kicking the door, screaming, smashing stuff. When she came out she kicked me in the shin and said, ‘Take your own cab home.’’’ She is no longer his girlfriend.