by Richard G. Burke
Fred likes to fish, so he and his wife rented a Reno resort hotel room for a week. She enjoys the pool while he—armed with flies, rods, reels, waders, and a sack lunch—fishes in the nearby mountains’ catch-and-release streams. After supper they head to the casino, she to play bingo or the slots and he to the nightly low-entry-fee, no-limit hold’em tournament in the poker room.
You need to understand that Fred doesn’t wail about his poker results; win or lose, he has a ready smile and a cheery attitude. Just the same, he came as close to wailing as I ever heard when he called me that night.
His tournament started at 7 p.m. with five full tables of ten, paying five places. Each player started with $1,500 in tournament chips. The blinds started at $25-50 and went up every 20 minutes. After two-and-a-half hours of solid play, catching a few hands, and stealing blinds upon occasion in the right spot, Fred moved to the final table.