I walked into the poker room, checked out the games in the limit I wanted to play, and found the perfect home in a game with a Live One – here after known as L.O.
The dealer calls for player’s checks and I make myself comfortable while waiting for my chips and the blind. I survey the players and most of them are dead. They are barely aware that anyone is live at the table. Hell, maybe they aren’t even breathing. It looks like I’m in the perfect spot, sitting with the L.O. two seats on my right. At least when he gets the urge to raise, if I have anything, I can re-raise and get it down to him and me.
Continue reading Poker 101