Born 30 something years ago into a card-playing clan in the North of England: the low-roller's poker odyssey has taken him from the school common-room via down-trodden Midlands' casinos, smoky Cotswolds pubs, celebrity Soho drinking spots and of course the ubiquitous world of cyberspace to the home of poker itself, Las Vegas. Join his search for juicy take-downs, great pot odds and the occasional back-door straight as he goes for glory.
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Sunday, June 29, 2008
No news aint good news today
Alas Jem, I didn't post yesterday because I was pretty fucked off - the curse of the pocket Jacks. I was chip leader for two hands - my first two hands were Ace-King, followed by two Queens: I raise them both, but alas no action. Big hands early are somewhat akin to a convict in a whore-house....satisfyingly sweet for a second, but desperately short-lived....yes Evil Dennis's mind is a-wandering. I busted out after calling a raise with two black Jacks and finding a flop of 8-4-3. The aggressive Scandy fires a bet, I put him all-in, and he considers himself pot-committed - he had loads of chips and I hadn't won a pot, so was short-stacked and he calls with his blackjack hand - Ace-King and spikes his Ace on the river. I was heading to the door and a return to Planet Hollywood to reload the memory shelf with an $80 tourney. I made it to the final two tables out of 120 runners and pushed all-in with ....yes, you guessed it pocket Jacks. The blinds were 2000-4000, I had 17,000 chips so had no choice. I run into pocket Kings with a 9000 stack, and my final 8000 goes in on the next hand under the gun with Ace-nine of clubs, beaten by King-Jack when he hits. Still I played well. We are now hours from the Euro final kick-off - Gary has £28,000 riding on a Spanish win, so there could be some fun tonight.....Evil Dennis has some deviant agenda that may yet come to fruition. I'll be back in on Tuesday for another WSOP event and then the big one, which is looking like it might attract a record field - 10,000 runners or so. I did come home and play an online multi-player tournament, just to prove to myself I can still play this game and took down first place out of a field of 150. So the day ended with a smile. Thanks for your comments - thanks Tommy - more prayers to the poker gods needed - maybe I jinxed myself with those words "Unlucky for some". Three weeks ago I received a drunken warning from Monkey, fresh in from LA to say goodbye to our dear friend Gervase, "beware the pocket Jacks" - which has been haunting me ever since. I keep picking them up, they keep fucking me up.
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Loving the updates Si. Best of luck! Hopefully we'll enjoy loads of champagne at Headingley!