By Matthew E. Milliken
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June 4, 2018
After taking a little time to lick my wounds, I attempted to wash away my dismal showing in the tag-team tournament by heading to the casino’s poker room. Once there, I swapped $120 in cash for chips and took a seat at a $1-$2 no-limit holdem cash table.
My only previous experience in a cash game — aside from bombing out of that afternoon’s grinders event — had come at the previous year’s pokerpalooza, which was held at the same casino in Northeastern Pennsylvania. Following a string of unrewarding tournament runs, I’d sat down for about two hours at a cash table late one night and come away some $20 or $40 to the good.
Obviously, I was hoping to make a bit of dough when I joined the table at roughly 20 minutes before 11 p.m. While I succeeded in doing so, I recall just one hand from this evening, and incompletely at that.
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