This past week, I was
playing in a tournament in Florida. I'd won at the first tournament of the
year, and I was playing in the second one, again against all the best pros.
During the first game, one of my buddies behind me said, "This is actually
pretty good!"
"Is it?" I
asked. He said, "Yeah, like a 64, right?" And I was, like, no way!
So we're about to play,
and he has a card in his hand, and he's holding three cards in his hand, and he
is looking at me. My first thought was, "Wow, this guy is holding up the
table. Is he holding up his card?" I didn't really know. After that first
game, he started calling on me more and now, it seems that he wins quite a bit.
The next turn, and I'm
about to sit down on the flop, he calls me again. He says, "I'm holding two
cards in my hand, why don't you call now?"
I looked over and I'm
looking at him with a four-card to a flush. I said, "Is that true?"
He looks over at me and says, "Yea, that's a perfect hand!" And I'm
thinking, "Wow, that's some super aggressive talk there." Then he
goes on to tell me how his mate-in-3 situation was the only hand he ever played
wrong and he still won that hand, and it's a full house.
It was very strange how
that happened in a dewapoker game, because we were trying to figure out how to
make the best play. It also turns out that he was holding a bluff, and when I
noticed that he was holding two of a kind, I told him to show me his cards and
he refused to do it. To be fair, I did have two pair, and he was holding three
pairs too, so I wasn't playing tight, but that's a problem in DewaPoker.
I felt very impressed
that he was holding out until the final score came out. We didn't know each
other very well at all, but he knew what to do. And that's what it comes down
to - knowing what to do. And he also knows what to say.
Poker is, and always
will be, a skill game. That's the beauty of it. It's the best sport I've ever
played, and I'm still learning how to get better.
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