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The 'ol check-raise is what happened. You check and then it comes back 'round and you raise it like Saint Fucking Mardi Gras on Fat Tuesday.
"Check." That would be the "check" part of the now half-executed "check-raise." Thing is, they don't know about the raise part. That part's next. Watch for it.
And that's when Erika raises, which means game on, which means I've tossed her the beads and she's shown me her tits. And you see, that's how this is supposed to work. Erika's got a straight, but I got the nut straight. How do I know she's got a straight? It's called a good read. It's called, I'm a fucking student of human behavior. A scholar, mind you. Oh, it's to me again. Watch how I play this. Learn how I play this. And then forget it, because I play every hand differently.
"I raise! I'm executing a fucking check-raise on your ass! Card trap! Card trap! Who just got caught in the noose of a card trap? WHO? You did, that's right, you did!"
And sure, I got up on the table like any self-respecting poker master would. And sure, I dropped trow and showed them the brains behind the operation so to speak. But who executed the check-raise? Who? I did. That's who.
Date Written: February 12, 2004
Author: Noah Simple
Average Vote: 4