Around the World in 150 Days, Day 17, Nobody does it Worse
 

April 23rd, Las Vegas: I arrive at ‘The Venetian’ poker room about 10 minutes late for the tournament. I buy in with the $2500 in cash ‘Shaundeeb’ was nice enough to have hooked me up with and find my seat at a table of unknowns. We start
20,000 deep at 25/50 blinds with 90 minute levels. This is a very sick tournament, particularly since a quick glance around the room confirms it is almost entirely made up of value.

My table plays extremely loose-weak in the early goings, and a few of the guys are clearly huge targets post flop. The English gentleman on my right limps or calls a raise nearly every hand, and calls down like crazy post flop. I take every ...

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Hey bond. What a relief to have someone of... ahhemm - a certain stature in the poker community - describe the "slightly-paranoid-he's-gotta-be-making-a-move-on-me" type feeling which I and I'm sure lots of other players employ on a daily basis and subsequently get ourselves into messes with. Good read this blog.