The sound of a properly shuffled deck of cards. The creaks of wooden chairs with wooden legs scratching along wooden floors as friends belly closer the table. The clanking of the poker chips as someone assembles them for the game Continue reading
So much of modern sport has boiled down to an athlete ‘selling the call.’
I was playing multiplayer poker with the usual cast of characters the other night when someone said something aloud that I’m sure we’ve all heard at the poker table before.
I must have Attention Deficit Disorder because I’m not quite sure I understand this whole Jeremy Mayfield story no matter how many times I hear the latest developments. It’s got more plot twists than “Deathtrap.”