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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Thursday, July 10, 2008
Three is the magic number
It's been a strange but somewhat wonderful day. I attempted to go to sleep until someone from Manchester rang me at 5.30 a.m. for the second night running.... Evil Dennis has plans for Manchester. Unable to return to sleep I resolved immediate action and hit cyberspace armed with cartons of cigarettes, cups of tea and my new-improved knowledge. I dropped Jake off at the airport, Sean off at the Imperial Palace and the kids off on the way out. Heading out on Interstate 15 into the sunset we made good progress, thanks in part to Evil Dennis's cavalier disregard for the speed limits. Stopping for gas, smokes and sustenance I consigned Evil to a sulk in the back seat and discovered the wonders of cruise control...."you fucking loser was the refrain from behind" - I pointed out the five cop cars we passed at a sedate seventy but Evil is a thrills and spills man so wouldn't be told. Arriving in LA a few hours later, I made it to Downtown and Bobby Tran's place, covered in a film of pollution. It took us ten minutes and a sandwich before we got out the poker chips and the beer. Eight hours later Lam (Bobby's cousin) headed off to work the corporate legal world, lighter by a few dollars, and Bobby and I headed to the screens, where we are still conducting good business. Bobby's made it into the money of the $3 rebuy, I've raped the super-turbos, quadrupling my initial $400 buy-in and Evil is conducting his deviant agenda as usual. I have prised myself away from multi-table mayhem, content with just the two tourneys to write, currently lying 8th out of 78 in the hi-lo eight or better and looking to go higher. The lows are gone and I'm scooping the pot, buoyed by three wonderful messages - first my brother Zeb: "Hi Sim, really sorry to hear that you've been busted out. I imagine you've replayed the hand many times in your head and it's probably a bit of a head fuck. Try not to dwell on it and enjoy the rest of your stay. You have a sympathetic ear from me when you get back....and don't go crazeeee in the meantime!! Zx", made my day you did Zeb, that and the two comments on the blog. The mysterious Woody - who are you and how come you're here - wherever here might be? and Jo where can I possibly begin - perhaps where we left off.....? Thank you thrice, twice as nice, you have rocked my world....and got me back between the lines of low-roller heaven. That's your lot as Evil's champing at the bit, I'm off break in the multi (now lying second) and Bobby's in deep and doing well in the poker too: 14th out of 412 starters with 32 left, loving LA....
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