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Chapter One: Learning to Play The Mohegan Sun poker room was a welcoming
place. Anyone with thirty dollars in his pocket could sit down among the
bamboo and the TV monitors and receive his very own poker hand, along
with a warm smile from the dealer. My friends had told me how great it
was, how much fun they’d had losing their money over a green felt
table. I had a problem, though—I hated losing money. That’s how I convinced myself to make the one-hour trip from my dorm room in New Haven; and that’s how I found myself in the middle of a hand, peering at three cards sitting face-up on the table. There were two fours and a queen. These were community cards, part of every player’s hand. If they helped someone else’s hand, chances were they didn’t help mine. In front of me, face down, were my two hole cards: an ace and a queen. In most of the hands until now, I had been throwing away my hole cards before any others were dealt, not wanting to pay even three dollars to continue. The book told me to do this. Finally involved in a hand, I tried my
best not to be nervous. Most people get uncomfortable when real money
that can buy real things in the real world is on the line. That book I’d
read, The Winner’s Guide to Texas Hold ’Em Poker by Ken Warren,
said if you thought of six dollars in poker chips as a ticket to a matinee,
or a personal pizza, or anything that six bucks could buy away from the
table, then you had already lost. I was supposed to forget the money.
The only thing that mattered was whether to bet, call, raise, or fold.
The betting finished and, since neither of us had folded, it was time to show the hands. I exposed my ace-queen. The blond woman reached for her cards to turn them over. Despite my newness to Hold ’Em, I knew from my other poker experience that this meant trouble. Most players don’t show their hands unless they hold a winner. I wondered how she had managed to beat me when the woman flipped up her cards. An ace…and a queen. We had the same hand, and we would each get half the pot. Although this was an unlikely result—the odds against someone else at the table having ace-queen, given the queen on board, were 17.7 to 1—it fit perfectly with my assessment of her hand: strong, but not too strong. This was encouraging. The woman and I smiled at each other as
the dealer split the chips into equal sized stacks and gave me my share. I somehow did leave the Mohegan Sun a
winner that night. More important, I left feeling this was something I
could do. I had won money in casinos before, from slot machines, but I
knew I couldn’t play slot machines forever and expect similar results.
I thought I had a shot to win at poker. My passion for poker has allowed me to
make money and travel the country meeting intelligent players of all kinds—old
and young, fat and skinny, geeky and suave. This book tries to create
the same passion for the reader, and allow him to become a winning player. But first, you need to learn how to play. Here are poker’s basic rules (experienced players should feel free to skip this section):
A poker hand contains several rounds of betting. On each round, every player gets the chance to “act” on his hand. When the “action” is on a player, he has these choices: CHECK – Pass rather than bet. This
costs nothing. If another player has already bet, checking is not an option. After the last betting round, if more than one player is left in the hand, the cards are exposed and the best hand wins. Many times in casino poker a player will win a pot without ever showing his hand. This is only possible if all his opponents fold. Next Page--> |
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