Hiding Tells

[ English ]

Do you ever acquire that itch? The itch to wager, to head to the closest betting house, to locate a superior stakes game of Hold’em, to sit at a Blackjack table for hours on end. I love that itch. And I really like to scratch it.

I also really like to watch people wager. No 2 poker faces seem alike. When I wager I like to feel I put on a poker face that is impenetrable. But I know I have specific personal habits. For one, the only time I smoke cigarettes is when I play poker or Chemin de fer. And then I chain smoke. But I smoke no matter whether I am winning or losing, regardless of whether I’ve a excellent hand or bad.

I once played in a very weekly poker game. The game was often 5 card draw. There was a guy who played with us each and every week who often wore a hat. When he was given a great hand, unconsciously, he would begin touching and wagering with his hat. Pointless to say, he by no means won.

The greatest poker gambler I ever saw was a guy who created a lot more movements and signals at a poker table than anyone I had ever seen. He was flawless in the way he dressed. Usually an expensive suit and tie, boots shined and nails manicured. He was fastidious in this manner. And he was constantly brushing his pant leg or holding his hands or putting his chips in tidy little piles.

I use to examine him for hours on end. I would attempt to see if I could notice his tell. Choosing fuzz off his jacket- did this mean he was bluffing? Arranging his chips in a very short pile – did this mean he had a excellent hand?

Years later I ran into him in the bar in Philly and we had a beer. I asked him if he had been aware of all those activities he produced or if they have been unconscious. He told me that every single individual thing he did at a poker table was deliberate. He said that everyone is usually checking out everyone else’s poker face. They’re attempting to spot the the tell.

So his system was to give them lots to feel about. His thinking was if they have been pondering about him picking a piece of fuzz off his coat and what it meant they certain were not pondering about their cards.

His process was distraction. And it worked for him. In no way give up a process that functions for you.

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