A Poker Homegame in Antwerp | The Gambler And His Big Pickle
A Poker Homegame in Antwerp, The Gambler And His Big Pickle
Teaching Mr. V How To Play Poker
So, Mr. Big Pickle took out his deck of cards. With Leonard Cohen, an artist I didn’t even know about, in the CD player, he started to explain Mr. V how the game was played. At first I could chip in a little, just a few things that Mr. V didn’t comprehend. But after a while I grew silent, listening to his words of wisdom regarding poker.
Our First Official Underground Poker Game In Antwerp
It became quite a night to remember, after some real Belgian mussels, bought from the nearby German shop “Lidl”, talk about “real”. We played our first game of poker, 3 handed, 0.10$ blinds and 5$ buy in. We were awfully short stacked, but we didn’t know better. I remember one hand where I had Q5 on a Q52 board, went all-in against Mr. Big Pickle and got busted by his QQ hand! I thought Q5 was a good hand to play, especially short-handed, but I was proven wrong, time and time again! Mr. V often lucked out with K2o kind of hands against Mr. Big Pickle’s nice plays and/or good hands. Often, Mr. Big Pickle, who always played in much bigger staked games, would get really steamy because of such suckouts and played as a total mega-aggressive maniac, which would usually net me a big profit or get me busted for a lot of buy in’s.
Looking back at that second phase of my poker career, I was a total donk. I couldn’t play at all. I was way too passive most of the time, and when I bluffed or had a good hand, it was way too obvious. My game lacked a big amount of “je ne sais quoi” and was totally devoid of any improvisation or even any system.
My Own Humble Beginnings In The Wonderful Game Of Poker
I was a big donk. There, I said it again. I sucked at poker. So don’t feel bad if you start out and you feel that you can’t win. Everything needs time and experience, together with a good amount of well-reasoned thinking and listening to more experienced people, like reading books.
I’ll end with those obvious words of wisdom, but that’s what words of wisdom are, obvious, but only after you heard them. Like almost all of Leonard Cohen’s words; “Suzanne takes you down, to her place, near the river …”
Playing Poker On Line | Some Texas Hold ‘em
Playing Poker On Line, Texas Hold ‘em
Trying My Luck At Texas Hold ‘em, Less Mathmatically Charged Then Omaha Poker
Today, just for fun, I tried to play some good old Texas Hold ‘em online. I usually never play this game on the computer, only live, since in my opinion the game is only really viable on real tables, where you can feel your opponent. And Omaha, being a lot more mathematically charged, is a lot more fun, without having to know which part of your body your opponent is looking at.
Buying In For A Very Low Amount
Since I am not used to this game on the computer, and I also do not have any programs to keep statistics for Texas Hold ‘em, I bought in for the lowest stake possible, on Sit and Go tables. $1 tables, 7 tables at a time. Boring, you think? Yes, very boring, but in another way, I was more vexed by this game then my usual 8 tables of $50 Pot Limit Omaha. My blood was boiling; my veins were popping, tragic and invigorating at the same time.
Turbo Tables, Pushing And Short Stacking
Since all of the tables were turbo, pushes were popping up all over the place, everyone was short stacked. It felt like a war where the only weapons anyone had were very short knives, if you wanted to win, you had to act fast, come close and push the knife deep, all-in. There was no other way to convince anyone to fold, and even then folding doesn’t happen more than 30% of the time.
“Mixing It Up” On The Texas Hold ‘em Tables
A goldmine, if it wasn’t just for $1 at a time. And since the stakes were so low, after my first hours, where I netted an average $0,37 per hour, my blood started to freeze, cool down and even stop flowing. So my reaction to this near death experience was ‘mixing it up’ where the mix meant go all in with near every hand. Exactly 23 min later I was virtually broke, since I burned up my entire $30 budget for this encounter and my $1,48 profit.
After some tears and a tragic marriage with a bottle of wine, I got over it and decided I wanted to try this again, one day, at slightly higher stakes.
Mister V’s Poker Quotes
I will end this tragic experience with a quote from one of the brightest minds of this time, were it not for his odd interpretation of poker;
After beating AKs by hitting a deuce with K2o at one of the first poker evenings ever;
Why isn’t it a good idea to go with K2o? I could hit a king! Thats quite good right?
Mr. V
A Renewal of The Antwerp Poker Underground | The Big Pickle
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?”