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Originally posted by Deus Ex Machina
Women wouldn't be so good at that if men weren't such freakin' idiots...
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Well, I agree there's some truth to that, but I find women tend to have sharper social skills... Of COURSE, the disclaimer: that doesn't apply to everyone -- and of course, once you get into the upper echelons of the game, the skills of individual players far outweighs any statistical, overall variance. And besides, silly antics like that only works at the lower end of the game -- you're not gonna have Phil Ivy change his play because of some batted eyelashes.
And heh, if Laren Graham really is a genuinely good poker player, case in point: I'm an idiot, low-end player, cause I genuinely believed that she was completely new at the game, heheh. Doh.
But then again, I knew that.
I once lost a hand to a grey-haired little old lady who was KNITTING at the poker table. I swear it's true. One of my fave poker stories...
In Biloxi, Mississippi, they had this bad beat thing going... (FYI, bad beat = you have a really good hand, like four of a kind, but you still lose.) Money was set aside from all hands -- just like the house cut, they'd take a little from each pot and put it in a bad beat pot. And the worst bad beat gets this jackpot once a month, or something like that...
Now, the thing here was, the "winner" wouldn't be the only one to get money -- everyone in the poker lounge would get a cut of this pot. This was done to try attract people to the poker lounge. This would make perfect sense of course...
Only, the way they played there, they didn't have forced blinds... The way they did it was, instead of having a buck and forced blinds, they'd put a white chip/buck in the pot, and whoever won the hand, would then be forced to bet that buck -- which would symbolise the opening bet (at whatever the minimum opening bet would be $1 -- $20, whatever).
So the only forced bet, would be by the player who won the hand.
And this made it possible to sit down, and never play a single damn hand, because you were never forced to make a bet.
Well, these two little old grandmothers had realized this, and would sit in the poker lounge all night and day, hoping to be there when the bad beat jackpot was paid out. I mean, it was idiotic -- they just folded every single hand... And one of them actually KNITTED at the table...
I thought, if these two old hags could get the hell outta there, we could get two proper players in there, and get some action going here. Damn old grannie bastards.
As soon as I thought that, the knitting grannie damn well decided to play a hand. And now, in retrospect, I know she could just read every single emotion that bounced around inside my neanderthal skull...
I decided to shove her around, to bully her, to bet real agressive, hell I didn't care if I was mean to her -- being nice to little old ladies, that's one thing, damnit -- this is poker...
I'm a bona-fide, real poker player too baby -- I got a nickname and all, earned it fair an square in the south: I walked into a casino and the dealer greeted me, "Well howdy Alabama, how you doin' tonight?" no shit. I've had old-timers throw their cards down in disgust, screaming "Son of a bitch!" and run from the poker room... I love poker. I screw with my friends' heads playing poker. I rather fancy myself a half-decent amateur.
Then this little gray-haired, knitting granny picked me up and just slam-dunked my sorry ass. She had kings in the hole -- it wasn't a nut hand, but she could totally see that I was just betting aggressively because I was frustrated and on tilt -- read me like a book.
She had every right to gloat, but was just totally gracious -- hell, I think she felt sorry for me.
Never, ever, ever, ever underestimate a female -- any female -- poker player.
There's no knitting in poker, damnit.
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