Texas holdem reader articles . . . Paul's Friday night game!
Paul’s poker thing.
Friday night poker; same place, same time, same people and generally the same winners. Everyone agrees to start at 7, but by the time the last person rolls in its already 9 o clock. Typical of the Friday night crew. Everybody knows everybody, no one needs to explain a thing, save for each week the same guy always asks "how much is this chip worth" and each week you give him the same answer. He's usually the one with the six pack under his chair.
8 people sitting around a table, generally means we start slow. Low blinds and small bets, no one cares to take a risk early on. Most of the observant people at the table have been playing together for so long that they know each others subconscious tells. There's nothing that turns your shit (or stomach, what ever) like when you look down at a poor hand, put in a bet, and your mate from across the table tells everyone exactly what you have. It's just about as welcome as a fart in a spacesuit. People start consciously thinking about how they bet how they look and act. Getting drunk seems to be a useful tool to hide what you have, and there is always one or two who do it, but I assure you, they never win.
You reach the halfway point of the game and it’s already 11.30. 4 people are out already, and the last 4 are ready to duke it out. The 4th person, who's made his/her way through the game by going in a total of one hand, is finally kicked out through raised blinds and going in on something weak. Hands go quickly and money is given and taken back each hand until eventually a special hand drops. One person is sucked in with a flush; the other has a full house. Like that, someone doubles up and it’s head to head for the rest of the night.
By this point the previous 5 people eliminated are all a bit pissed (there is a reason for the losers lounge on celebrity poker showdown, watching poker without playing is rather hard when sober) and the elimination is greeted with cheers. A test of patience or a trial of deception follows until a winner is finally crowned. They win the ultimate prize of roughly $45, and to celebrate in style it will be spent on either a cheap case of beer or a round of McFlurries from McDonalds down the street. Brilliance.
THE END.
Thanks Paul, sounds like a tough game, maybe you'll give me an invite sometime, the case of beer sounds great, but not sure about the Macca's. Baz.
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