Sometimes with just a quick look at a situation, all I can think is “this is fucked.”
And I mean those three words exactly. There’s no fancy thought process going on. No “What does my hand look like here? What’s his range and what’s he representing? Would he do that because of (x) (y) or (z) reasons? What’s my expected value?”.
Nope, nothing like that. Just an instinctive repulsion at what’s on the screen in front of me and a weird cloudy feeling of disconnection from what’s going on.
Somehow, some part of my brain is making a split-second judgment that something’s not right.
And then it’s only after that feeling part that I start to catch up with conscious thoughts about what it is specifically that could be wrong — out kicked? bum straight? set over set maybe? (That one’s especially gay, and I do my best to believe the read and keep the size of the pot down but, 9 times out of 10, I’ll pretty much just ignore it and lose a stack).
I think after seeing so many hands of poker, my brain must have started doing some of its own slick neural-netty insta-calculations. Calculations which bypass the English language bit — the “what if? yeah but maybe.. actually nah” — and just throw out a simple good or bad feeling. That’s all it produces, a simple Yes/No, 1 or 0 answer — instinctive repulsion or instinctive attraction — where I don’t know why I know, but I know. »

Not the best show ever. In fact, I think that was the worst one so far this season. Disappointing poker and that stupid pushup bet? Sometimes Antonio needs to just shutup for a minute. Thank god durrrr is back in next time. Lederer is shit at poker and when he talks about only being able to watch Hi-Def TV cos regular def offends his eyes? That is an epic level of douchedom.
that power it weren’t peddling fast enough).




No, it’s not as fast — you’ll probably see about 2/3rds of the hands you’d see at the pancake rooms (the flat ones).

