It was a chatty $2/5 game in Vegas. Good vibe. Good action. The waitress came by and several players ordered adult beverages. She was standing behind seat six, and I was in seat one, so when it came my turn to order, everybody heard it. “I’d like a glass of milk please.” The player next
What if you could think of a range, and then fast-forward to your next naturally occurring hand in that range? Take me to my next pocket pair or ace-king or suited connector. And ZOOP! You’re there. The hands you folded while waiting for your chosen hands would take up zero time because you have
Like all of my stabilizers, this one was born from necessity. My problem at no-limit was big pots. They were too important. Pumped up pots gave me a thumped up heart, which somehow blurred my vision. If I got coolered a couple times and I booked a losing session, I could always blame my poor
Have you ever played a hand so badly that you just can’t let it go? During the session you keep thinking about it. The next day you keep thinking about it. You want it to go away, but it won’t. It’s like a festering infection that won’t scab over. It’s like those trick birthday cake
