Heckle and Jeckle

Ahh... if not for failure, how would I ever learn something useful?

Mr. Heckle and Mr. Jeckle did me a favor, taking all my chips. I took four second best hands all the way, and busted out. And I'm so happy about that.

See, the one fellow does all the talking, all the bluffing, running a verbal three ring circus. The second adds a comment or two along the way. But one of them alway has a best hand, so their pile of chips grows. When Mr. Babbling Brook gets all quiet, well, then you know he's got a monster, a made hand very vulnerable to being drawn out. I realized later, that I had six outs, and he had two, but neither of us improved and his pocket pair held up. So the next time his verbal roller coaster gets quiet, I know what he's holding.... don't I? And once the action starts up again, I know he's feeling good.