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swole
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Yup, despite the fact that my geigh friends didn't want to come, last night I went to Foxwoods and played the 2/4 hold 'em tables by myself. I was there for about 9 hours. I arrived at 8:45 and didn't get seated until 11:00. I played nonstop until 6:30 AM. I won $350. Considering the low limit tables, this is damn good.
I only concentrated on a few tactics I have been reading about. Besides only playing good/medium hands I practiced my "reading the tells" abilities. I was damn good.
This one asian kid next to me (asian poker players make me nervous, mad good math skillz, yo) was a newbie, so I struck up a convo to make him more outgoing...so I can read him. He was an idiot. Guy laughed at everything, thought I was his best friend. I had pocket jacks one hand and raised. He called. I looked over to him and his fucking neck was pulsing so hard from his heartbeat. I swear I thought I saw a vein pop. Nobody else saw this, it was amazing. Instantly I thought he had an amazing hand. I folded...he had pocket aces...nice...I saved some money. He got all pumped up. Probably wanted a new parkbench spoiler for his civic.
I also was able to make people call me when I had sick hands. One time I had a boat after the river and it was just me and this old fart. He probably looked at me and was jealous of my Gotti-like spikes and styling grace. So he put his eyes on me and tried to size me up. lol. I had to do something to make him call. So I smiled. Very geighly. He's like, "you know what? I'm gonna call you." He said it so stern and confident like he just solved a damn murder case. He had a pair of pathetic 8's. I won. Fuck you. I'll smile geigh at you all the time. Call me again. Fart.
BEST PART OF THE NIGHT
There were a SHIT LOAD of honkey, grimey, inbred cracker Boston people all with their blue Red Sox hats playing cahds. I read them like the "let me raise with a queen high because I think I'm fucking tough because I have a goatee" people the really are. They were loud and too verbal with their bets. Fuck you. Fuck your facial scruff. Fuck your city. Fuck your accent. Fuck your pleated khakis and last year's American Eagle muscle tee. Out of the $350 I won, about $200 beans were from Boston honkeys.
I only concentrated on a few tactics I have been reading about. Besides only playing good/medium hands I practiced my "reading the tells" abilities. I was damn good.
This one asian kid next to me (asian poker players make me nervous, mad good math skillz, yo) was a newbie, so I struck up a convo to make him more outgoing...so I can read him. He was an idiot. Guy laughed at everything, thought I was his best friend. I had pocket jacks one hand and raised. He called. I looked over to him and his fucking neck was pulsing so hard from his heartbeat. I swear I thought I saw a vein pop. Nobody else saw this, it was amazing. Instantly I thought he had an amazing hand. I folded...he had pocket aces...nice...I saved some money. He got all pumped up. Probably wanted a new parkbench spoiler for his civic.
I also was able to make people call me when I had sick hands. One time I had a boat after the river and it was just me and this old fart. He probably looked at me and was jealous of my Gotti-like spikes and styling grace. So he put his eyes on me and tried to size me up. lol. I had to do something to make him call. So I smiled. Very geighly. He's like, "you know what? I'm gonna call you." He said it so stern and confident like he just solved a damn murder case. He had a pair of pathetic 8's. I won. Fuck you. I'll smile geigh at you all the time. Call me again. Fart.
BEST PART OF THE NIGHT
There were a SHIT LOAD of honkey, grimey, inbred cracker Boston people all with their blue Red Sox hats playing cahds. I read them like the "let me raise with a queen high because I think I'm fucking tough because I have a goatee" people the really are. They were loud and too verbal with their bets. Fuck you. Fuck your facial scruff. Fuck your city. Fuck your accent. Fuck your pleated khakis and last year's American Eagle muscle tee. Out of the $350 I won, about $200 beans were from Boston honkeys.
classic shit
