Oreo cookie 'tells'. A guide to life.
6:13 am. Slightly groggy as usual. Toxic internal fog not yet lifted.
Watched Deadwood last night. Ginnie calls it 'Fuckwood'. Either way, it's intense.
Poker. Poker. Poker. Poker has not been good to me this past week. Or I haven't been good to it. Doyle Brunson, greatest holdem player of all time says you can't bluff a bad player. And I better stop doing it, otherwise I'll become one. Bad. And thats not good. (Cue: Puero Rican hooker accent) Jhew know, jhew know bad is not good?
Part of the problem is that winning can be intoxicating. Creates a feeling of invincibility. You can do no wrong. Then you push the boundaries. Try to play your reputation rather than the cards. Boom. Sitting on your ass. Busted out of a tournament.
The only salavtaion to last week is that I am starting to learn some 'tells'. 'Tells' are unconscious actions a player takes that may indicate the strength of their hand. In the movie "Rounders", Teddy-KGB has an oreo cookie tell. Teddy keeps oreos on the poker table. During a big hand, Teddy will grab an oreo. If Teddy has a great hand, he will break the pieces of the oreo next to his ear. Otherwise, he will break the pieces in front of him. Ear equals great hand. Face equals marginal hand.
I played in a private tournament on Saturday night. Picked up two tells in the first hour. I was proud of myself. I made a small bet and Vince raised me. To digress, Vince is a good player. He took second to me in a tournament a week ago. Vince knows the cards and is not afraid of big bets. Huge gambles. Takes risks. I like that about him. We could be partners somehow. Back to the narrative...when Vince raised me his hands were shaking. Trembling. An indication of a big hand. You see when somebody gets a big hand, they get excited. Andrenaline pumps through the body. And the hands tremble. Almost impossible to control. I immediately looked at Vince and told him, "I know you have a big hand, I picked up a tell on you. Fold". Vince showed me AA, best starting hand in holdem, immediately grabbed his sunglasses, put them on...I just laughed. "Sparky, sunglasses ain't gonna help ya".
After the tournament, I told Vince what I saw. He was grateful. Normally you would keep this information to yourself. But as I said we could be partners. And hopefully I can train him to observe me. He can let me know my tells. My weaknesses. The two of us could definitely strengthen each others game. Be better cookies. Mega poker cookies.
If I make it to the final table at the WPT, I'm going to bring some oreos. Play with a cookie while I play a hand. Playing with an oreo on national TV during a big, big, poker tournament. It'll be classic. Fun too. And well, I need to have more fun playing poker, otherwise Ginnie is going to kick my ass. Ker-whack. Thank you darlin, may I have another?
Raise. Call. Fold. Oreo cookie tells. A guide to life.
Watched Deadwood last night. Ginnie calls it 'Fuckwood'. Either way, it's intense.
Poker. Poker. Poker. Poker has not been good to me this past week. Or I haven't been good to it. Doyle Brunson, greatest holdem player of all time says you can't bluff a bad player. And I better stop doing it, otherwise I'll become one. Bad. And thats not good. (Cue: Puero Rican hooker accent) Jhew know, jhew know bad is not good?
Part of the problem is that winning can be intoxicating. Creates a feeling of invincibility. You can do no wrong. Then you push the boundaries. Try to play your reputation rather than the cards. Boom. Sitting on your ass. Busted out of a tournament.
The only salavtaion to last week is that I am starting to learn some 'tells'. 'Tells' are unconscious actions a player takes that may indicate the strength of their hand. In the movie "Rounders", Teddy-KGB has an oreo cookie tell. Teddy keeps oreos on the poker table. During a big hand, Teddy will grab an oreo. If Teddy has a great hand, he will break the pieces of the oreo next to his ear. Otherwise, he will break the pieces in front of him. Ear equals great hand. Face equals marginal hand.
I played in a private tournament on Saturday night. Picked up two tells in the first hour. I was proud of myself. I made a small bet and Vince raised me. To digress, Vince is a good player. He took second to me in a tournament a week ago. Vince knows the cards and is not afraid of big bets. Huge gambles. Takes risks. I like that about him. We could be partners somehow. Back to the narrative...when Vince raised me his hands were shaking. Trembling. An indication of a big hand. You see when somebody gets a big hand, they get excited. Andrenaline pumps through the body. And the hands tremble. Almost impossible to control. I immediately looked at Vince and told him, "I know you have a big hand, I picked up a tell on you. Fold". Vince showed me AA, best starting hand in holdem, immediately grabbed his sunglasses, put them on...I just laughed. "Sparky, sunglasses ain't gonna help ya".
After the tournament, I told Vince what I saw. He was grateful. Normally you would keep this information to yourself. But as I said we could be partners. And hopefully I can train him to observe me. He can let me know my tells. My weaknesses. The two of us could definitely strengthen each others game. Be better cookies. Mega poker cookies.
If I make it to the final table at the WPT, I'm going to bring some oreos. Play with a cookie while I play a hand. Playing with an oreo on national TV during a big, big, poker tournament. It'll be classic. Fun too. And well, I need to have more fun playing poker, otherwise Ginnie is going to kick my ass. Ker-whack. Thank you darlin, may I have another?
Raise. Call. Fold. Oreo cookie tells. A guide to life.
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