Once my wife came in after I was playing a guy for about an hour. She saw us keeping score and came up to me and asked me how much I was up and how much I was playing for.
$5 game, I told her. I was probably up $40 bucks, and her reaction was about the same.
She looked at the guy I was playing, and said loud enough for him to hear, "Look at his new boots, play him for his boots!"
I rolled my eyes and helped her find the door, and told her I would be home later.
While this guy wasn't ever a big score, I beat him for $40-60 each week for the next 3 years, and never got his boots.
Ken
Ken,
That fellow bought you the best pair of boots you could ever
desire and lots of family presents for three years. At only $20
a week, that’s a grand a year so taking him for $40-60 each
week was like visiting the ATM. And that tends to add up fast.
Go make a big withdrawal at that friendly ATM, say several
hundred per week, and I betcha your dependable weekly
donor wakes up fast. It won’t take long to chase him away.
The best player I ever met once remarked to me, “Son, you
should leave your opponent some feeling of hope before the
money train leaves town.” In other words, as the other guy
thinks he can win, it really doesn’t matter if he never does.
He’ll keep playing thinking all the time I’ll win the next game.
Your wife just didn’t understand when & how to fish like you can.
Matt B.