here's a little piece of that article.
Sure enough, the next morning, in a no-limit hold 'em tournament at Foxwoods, there were about 30 players left, when a relative newbie with a
short stack went
all-in with his last $800 or so. I was in the
small blind with an A-x, with only about $1,000 in chips myself. Normally, I would not have called, would not have even considered it for more than a moment. But as I looked at the guy, I suddenly "
felt" as if he desperately didn't want me to
call his bet. I'
m not sure why -- it may have been something about the way he was holding his head, slightly cocked to one side as if he were a chicken waiting for the
ax to fall. Anyway, I called, and before my chips hit the table, the guy was already apologizing -- "I thought I had to make a move before it was too late" -- and turning over ... 8-6 unsuited.
Later, the guy asked me why I had called, whether he had exhibited some kind of amateur's
tell or something. "Nah," I said. "I guess I was pretty desperate myself."