I’ve relocated Mike Caro University of Poker to the Ozarks, where poker seems misunderstood. I’m not far from Branson, Missouri, secluded in a forest on Table Rock Lake, waiting for poker students to flock to my remote outpost. The problem with poker in the Ozarks is that there isn’t any! Almost anywhere I go, being a poker pro and authority is a conversation starter; here it’s a conversation stopper. But, I might be living in the best place on earth. My wife Phyllis and I did a two-year search for the best mix of friendliness, seclusion, lakes, forests, animals, shopping, weather, low crime, and nearby noteworthy places to visit. This area scored tops.

Travel or Poker Column?

There’s Branson—just 25 miles east, with more than 50 live theaters. You’re thinking: Is this a travel column or what? Well, no, it isn’t. Where was I? There’s Eureka Springs, 20 minutes south in Arkansas, formerly a hippie hang-out, now very quaint, but commercial. The biggest craft shows in the country are held here. There are caves to explore, plus one of the top theme parks in the country, called Silver Dollar City. Bet you never heard of it. That’s because the media simply overlooks this part of the country as if it didn’t exist. Well, Mike Caro University of Poker is located here now, so it exists now. Besides, this area isn’t a secret to everyone. It’s the number one RV destination in the country, for godsakes!

Where is poker played?

Now the sad part; I can’t find any poker. Not that I came here to play poker—whenever I want to beat up on my opponents in Situs Judi Online24Jam Terpercaya 2021, I’ll just book my ticket on the Internet, drive a few miles to the airport, go to sleep, and when I wake up, I’m ready to kick ass. Meanwhile, I’m in the forest with satellite Internet connection.

So, you can count on this—that promised new research will finally be completed right here at MCU, Ozarks. Anyway, I started off by telling you that people around these parts aren’t impressed when they learn I’m a poker authority. They probably would be, if they knew what poker was, exactly. What impresses them is if I go out to my balcony in the middle of the night and fire off three rounds from my rifle. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Whodda thunk it?

Wrong place?

I’ll bet you grew up like I did, where almost everyone had a run-in with poker. Well, it isn’t that way here. This is the most poker-deprived area I’ve ever encountered. So, you tell me, is this the wrong place for “the Mad Genius of Poker?” Will poker players bother to come here if I offer lessons or do seminars? Will I be sitting here all alone, shuffling and waiting, shuffling and waiting, shuffling? No, I’m tired of shuffling. In 30 seconds, I’ll be walking down a path to the lake. And I’m going to fish!