A Renewal Of The Antwerp Poker Underground Scene

Introducing The Big Pickle, Master Of The Antwerp Underground Poker Scene

So there we were, in the kitchen, dying to know what this massive guy from a faraway place had to say. I think his eyes spewed “I’m good” and we became so intimidated by his awesome presence that we had to tone him down a little. So we started calling him ‘Boris’ instead of his real name, which was a really American kind of “I have 5 girls on each finger, each night” kind of name. With his T-shirt that said “I have a big pickle”, the picture became apparent for us. But all that was just an introduction, for we didn’t know that on top of that, he was very adept at poker. Furthermore, Mr. V didn’t even know what poker was, as I was losing interest, and he, well, he led a secluded life of computer programming and sushi. No cards involved.

Playing Poker And Other Games, “Male Bonding”

We quickly became friends through the medium of ‘kitchen’ and even started to play 3D shoot ’em up games on the pc and Tekken on the Ps2. What awesome nights we had, at least, we thought we had, since after a while, every Friday night, Mr. BP went missing. So, after a few weeks, we inquired as to why he would always leave early on Fridays, so early even he didn’t have time for dinner.

Mr. Big Pickle’s Awnser, Playing In A High Stakes Game

He quickly replied with the words that would haunt and pleasure our nights and dreams from that day on, or at least most. “I play in a regular poker game”. So I, being very green at poker at large, asked him, “Cool, what is the blind?” “Oh, about $1/$1 blinds”, he said. “Ah, 0.10$ you mean?” He laughed. And sat us at the kitchen table, pulling out a deck of old cards, put on a Leonard Cohen CD in our trashy CD-player and said, “how would you like to learn real poker?”