Watch Your Language at the Poker Table

Lest you be concerned that this blog post will be laced with profanities, let me reassure you that profane speech is not the type of “watching your language” I’m going to be talking about.

watch your languageA couple months ago, I was fortunate enough to take a leisure trip to Prague. Aside from the touring I did, I also played plenty of poker. After visiting a number of great poker rooms there, I compiled my recreational poker player’s guide to playing poker in Prague. Over 2,000+ words, I included pretty much every tip I gleaned while playing in the city. There was, however, one particular incident I experienced that I didn’t go into detail about in the guide, which deserves its own dedicated column.

While sitting at a 10/20 KR ($.50/$1) table playing No Limit Hold’em at the Ambassador Poker Room, I heard a familiar sound over my shoulder. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the two young guys who had just taken their seats at the adjacent table were speaking Hebrew to one another.

Let’s Begin the Conversation


Floorperson: Yes, sir?

Me: Can I please get a table change and move over there?

Floorperson: Absolutely sir. There’s an open seat in between those two gentlemen.

I moved to Israel from Los Angeles when I was almost 17 years old. I’ve been living here now for close to half my life. My Hebrew, while accented, is completely fluent.


Me: Hey everybody, how’s it going?

I don’t look Israeli. I look as American as apple pie. In poker rooms, I play with my Lakers hat on.

Dealer: Good evening, sir. Where are you from?

Me: Los Angeles.

…and there’s my image.

Me, a bunch of local Czechs… and one fellow Israeli on my immediate right, while his friend is on my immediate left.

Good times. 🙂

The next four hours were some of the most enjoyable I’ve ever spent at a poker table. I don’t  really remember details of too many of the hands anymore, but I sure as heck remember the experience of sitting in between two friends who were pretty much speaking to each other non-stop (in between hands, of course) in Hebrew, while neither of them realized that I understood every single word. Let’s call them “Moshe” and “Yossi”. The following is a brief timeline of some of the exchanges that took place between them, in Hebrew:

(Two hands into the session)

Moshe: What did you have last hand?

Yossi: Top pair, low kicker.

(After about 20 minutes at the table)

Yossi: Dude, nobody at this table knows a single thing; they’re all fish… should be easy pickings… except that guy over there (gesturing slightly to the gentleman sitting across from me). You should be careful – I saw him here when I came to play yesterday; he’s good.

Moshe: Ah, thanks man, I’ll keep that in mind.

(After about an hour at the table)

Yossi: (to me, in English) You are a “boonker”.

Me: Sorry, I’m a what?

Yossi: You know, a “boonker”!

what did you call me

Me: I have no idea what you are talking about. That’s not an English word. What language is that?

(“boonker” is a slang Hebrew term for someone who is miserly; i.e., a tight player)

Yossi: Forget it; never mind.

About 10 minutes later, I called Moshe’s pot-size river bet with “just” top pair on an uncoordinated board.

Moshe: You see, guys like him (he was referring to me) just play insane. Sometimes he calls, sometimes, he folds. There’s no rhyme or reason to anything he’s doing.

Yossi: I agree. I’m not sure what to make of him now. What the hell was he even doing in the hand in the first place with K7?!

(a minute later)

Yossi: (to me, in English) Sir, you play very good! That was a gutsy call you made.

Me: Thanks man; I dunno, I just had a feeling.

…and on, and on, and on… for four hours.

About 2.5 hours into the session, Yossi switched seats, moving to the spot three left of Moshe. Yet, they kept on discussing everything from the hotel they were staying at, to their upcoming flight home the next day, to the way people were playing hands, to promotions being offered for the other casino games in the establishment, and what food to order. It was exceptionally difficult to keep my poker face when Yossi ordered a sandwich from the runner service and repeatedly said to her: “no meat; no meat!” (they weren’t observant Jews, but I of course knew that they were being careful not to eat pork products).

So Do I Eventually Tell Them, or Not?

The entire time I sat there I kept telling myself that if I ended up taking money from them, I wouldn’t reveal my secret. As it turned out, after four hours Yossi was about breakeven while Moshe was up about $100. We hadn’t tangled much.

When I had arrived at the casino, I’d placed my name on a waitlist should an Omaha game be spread. Now there were six people on the list. The floorperson announced that they’d be opening up an Omaha table.

This was the moment. We’d become somewhat chummy during our time together.

Me: Hey, either of you guys wanna come and join me and play some Omaha?

Moshe: Nah, man. Go, have fun there.

Me: (in Hebrew) Okay, so what time does your flight leave tomorrow?

Them, in unison:

Jonah Hill shock

shock Facebook status

We continued the rest of the conversation in Hebrew

Yossi: OMG! You CANNOT be serious!

Me: Oh, I’m VERY serious… (but, by this point, I was quite simply laughing my ass off).

Moshe: Wow! We gave you a TON of information!

Me: Yup.


Being that I didn’t really end up taking money from either of them, I felt that it couldn’t hurt to teach Moshe and Yossi a very important lesson, and that’s the same lesson I hope that this story has taught all of you.

Watch your language at the poker table: You never know who might be listening!



Sign up
Written By.

Robbie Strazynski

Robbie founded in 2009. A veteran member of the poker media corps, in addition to writing and video presenting, Robbie has hosted multiple poker podcasts over the years, including Top Pair, the Red Chip Poker Podcast, The Orbit, and the CardsChat Podcast. In 2019, Robbie translated the autobiography of Poker Hall of Famer Eli […]



The truth hurts. Poker stars turns a blind eye to obvious cheating. Not one clean stud game on the site. Every table chinese collusion.


Um, not sure what at all this article has to do with PokerStars…

My bad. Got here from a link off your article. Sorry. Nice article. Unfortunately what I said about ps is true. Good luck. Skip the ps stud games though.


No worries, and thanks for reading and visiting my site. Always happy when my audience engages 🙂

Very cool poker story. Lol.. How do I share?


Thanks Tom; glad you liked it 🙂 Just copy/paste the URL into your Facebook or Twitter 🙂 Don’t forget to tag me @cardplayerlife 😉

Join The Discussion

Latest Post


Pokercoaching All Access

The Travel Shark

WPTGlobal Welcome Offer

Don’t miss our top stories, exclusive offers and giveaways!