Last year for Halloween I wrote about five spooooooooooky hands, all from the same tournament where, like a zombie, I kept coming back from the dead, only to die, reanimate and die again. In most of the hands I wrote about, I flopped a great hand, and by the river my hand had turned into a marginal bluff-catcher, at best. This year, I don’t have the sam…
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