When I was younger, my grandfather used to host poker nights with his friends. No big money involved, just pride, stories, and the occasional homemade schnapps. I used to sit by his side, watching how he played—not just the cards, but the people. He had this way of reading someone without saying a word.
Years later, I realized poker wasn’t just about the game—it was about patience, observation, and knowing when to take a risk. I don’t play as often as I used to, but every time I sit at a table, I hear his voice in my head: "Play the man, not the hand."
What’s the best lesson poker has taught you?
Years later, I realized poker wasn’t just about the game—it was about patience, observation, and knowing when to take a risk. I don’t play as often as I used to, but every time I sit at a table, I hear his voice in my head: "Play the man, not the hand."
What’s the best lesson poker has taught you?