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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Monday, July 07, 2008
Busted
Not the teen trio - but me out of this year's main event. With AQ (the dreaded) on the button I find myself facing a raise from the Jewish pro who's been raising three times a round. He makes it 900, so I make it 2500, which he calls as he has been calling every re-raise. The flop comes 10-6-5 with two clubs which he checks. I make a continuation bet of 3000, which he flat calls. The turn brings the Queen of clubs, giving me four cards to a flush (I have the club ace) and top pair. The pot is now over $12,000 so I push my last $8,000 and he calls showing Ace-Ace. I need a club or a queen to win but find the curse of Scotland, the diamond 9 and a quick exit to the car-park. I've run it by the boys at home, and there's not much I did wrong. I might have checked the flop, but I would have still lost a good portion of my stack, so here's to you and some great support. The boulevard of broken dreams has caught me speeding, and I've been low but the home-boys have been great, so I'm better but this ain't easy to write. Ridiculous Stu did buy 3% of my action so I'm $400 to the good on the day, which I will invest in one last poker tournament tomorrow before a drive back across the desert and an early flight home. Sleep beckons - sorry to those of you have backed me. Will I be back next year? Who can tell? It doesn't look great from this angle. Some navel-gazing is now due - all suggestions welcome.....
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Rich | July 07, 2008 11:25 AM
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