All-In

“If you've been playing poker for half an hour and you still don't know who the patsy is, you're the patsy.”
― Warren Buffett

 

 

Last night I was sitting at home, and I realized... I miss playing poker.

 

It was on TV, and I yearned to be there. I'm not talking about free poker. Free Poker has a place on its own, but the people can be a little too reckless, and don't take it as a social gathering in which is meant to be. I'm talking about cash tournaments.

 

The smell of the felt, the smoke, the cards. The sound of a shuffle. The people looking into your eyes and not knowing what you are doing, but in your head you already know what they are about to do.

 

The feeling you get when you bet $100, into a $50 pot, because you already know a sucker is going to call, and you have his hand crushed.

 

Pushing all-in with a sub-par hand, and catching a river card to win.

 

The smell and look of defeat when you take an opponents rent money, and they start to cry...

 

Its all part of the game. Win some, Lose some, and sometimes you break even...

 

Worst part about it, I was a damn good poker player. Yes, I had my moments where I would pull something stupid or get caught in a bluff that someone had no reason calling. It happens.

 

Due to circumstances and a wedding, I can no longer go and play for the stakes I used to. I don't think the little lady would understand how good I used to be.

 

Someone inform her? LOL