Here is the hand:

You are at the Venetian, Macao, playing a 200$-400$ game.

You’re surrounded by rich and rather unfunny Chinese businessmen. And honestly, it’s a bit scary.

What a relief when you suddenly catch a glimpse of a familiar face across the room: your friend, Ray.

You don’t pay attention to the dealer giving you the cards while you’re on the Button. You don’t even follow the action when a ninja in early position opens 3 BB. A samurai in middle position calls.

You just shout “Hey Ray!” to your friend.

“Raise, how much Sir?” says the dealer with a strong Chinese accent.

You try to explain that no, you didn’t raise. You were just calling a friend… but you realize that the ninja and the samuraï are staring at you, with a sardonic smile.

The dealer looks at them, then at you: “You said you raise. Too late Sir” he says, looking sorry for you.

You look at your cards and see 7♥5♥.

You try hard not to moan out loud… And your consternation becomes even deeper when you realize that the man you saw passing by… was not even Ray...

You have no choice. You must bet.

You have 90 BB. You opponents have a bit more than you.

How much do you raise?

Well , they obviously know I made a mistake , so I try to get out of it cheaply , I raise to 7BB as I have a 7 in my hand , if they both call then I have a great chance of picking up a nice pot if I hit, if I miss, well I put my shades and baseball cap on and start to focus on the game , ignoring imaginary friends