“What the fuck do I do with this hand” as I stare at my Dolly Parton and then at the four uncooperative community cards on the felt. Back in San Francisco, I’m spending the night at a poker tournament held by SendWyre.
I’m head to head against Charlie Lee, whose stack is roughly triple mine. Everyone here plays so mathematically, so I’ve been playing radical to see if I can find an edge. Shuffling my remaining chips as I think, three outs. I signal my all-in and wait. Call. Card flip. My river hits and I survive.
A few hands later, I decide to get a drink while the tables reshuffle. I make my way over to a few VCs who were knocked out earlier in the tournament. After a polite introduction, we start talking about an individual who may give Ethereum a run for its money.