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Mike_25
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I had a couple hundred bucks in my pocket when I plopped down at the poker table, hoping my skills would turn that into a pot big enough to get me through the weekend. This was years ago, back when poker was still a little underground hustle, rather than the mainstream sport it is now. The stakes were lower, but the thrill was just the same. Every hand felt like it could be the one to break the bank. If I played my cards just right, I told myself, this stack of chips was gonna grow until there weren't enough hours left in the night. That's the dream that keeps a poker player coming back to the table time and time again.