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It was my second poker-in-real-life home game last weekend.
The first was a couple of weeks ago at my friend Andy’s house – I paid my money in, had a few beers and some tasty chilli and quietly folded my chips away over the course of a couple of hours. I’ve played online for a while now, but playing in person is a completely different kettle of fish.
More on that later.
One hand in particular stuck with me (for reasons which will become apparent!).
The evening is drawing on. We’ve lost two players already. The cards are dealt. (I can’t quite remember all of the details, but the key points are here. I may be missing some callers)
I peel back my cards from the baize. QQ. Nice, that’ll do.
The action moves around the table. A bet before me, and I raise. Andy calls, as does Jess.
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