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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Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Real Hustle
A trip down Larry Flint's Hustler casino was a sufficient substitute for the Donkeyhouse. Guys pushing all in with nothing while I was smiling a full house all the way to the bank. The money was short-lived however as when I woke up my car had disappeared, leaving me to think of LA gangs hustling my little red Kia on a few drive-bys. The reality was I'd parked in front of someone's drive, and 200 bucks later it was free from the pound......oh dear. Spirits are high after a slight wobble and tomorrow I'm in the air. I've final-tabled a fair few online tournaments, but the big money (for the top three spots) is still proving elusive. As I write the world series main event is within one person of its final table. The biggest 'bubble' in poker as the remaining nine will be assured of lucrative pay-offs with big sponsorship deals to boot. I am ready for England - LA is a lonely place and my buddies from the villa are sorely missed. I still appear to have a few regular readers so I will try and keep up the writing. It does sometimes feel a little exposed here with the diary, but blog on I shall. It's also that poker is essentially mind-numbingly boring, so we may have to branch off....Evil Dennis has some suggestions but I'm not sure I can go there. Til soon...
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