In his first World Series outing he cashed in 16th out of over 1,500 runners for just under $20k, and now that sick mother fucker is at it again!
He is 3rd in chips with 189 left (out of starting field of around 1,700), 20 left to the bubble with 1st prize over $500k. Such a sicko! One time please Jamie!
So while Jamie is out in Vegas playing in the fucking World Series, I am still stuck in seat 9 at The Vic, investigating bad smells.
Some people fucking stink, and the other night I had to endure 5 hours of it. What made it worse was, it seemed like I was the only one sensitive to it. It stunk really bad, and no it wasn't me!
On a positive note I am very slowly (and I mean very slowly) recovering from a £1k downswing from the start of the month.
I continue to find myself a victim of an "unfavourable" run of cards, and every time I find myself building some momentum (through what I call "ground and pound" poker), I get fucked like baby goat.
Last night I flopped top set (my first set since 1989), against the biggest whale since Free Willy, on a board of 10 5 6 (rainbow).
A straddle pot which was raised to £17, with multiple "trons" to the flop (whom all had deep stacks in play), I was giddy with anticipation.
Some how I managed to get heads up with "Willy" who hit the flop real fucking hard with 9 6 off suit.
So how exactly can a set of 10s, lose to 9 6 off on a board of 10 5 6? And what are the fucking chances?
Less than 2%, no problems! Turn 7, river 8. This hand cracked my resolve. I have only taken one day off this month (and work also has been crazy!), and as it was I was exhausted and mentally drained, this hand just pushed me over the edge!
Not too much though, I managed to pull myself together and play through it!
I have actually been playing good, and so I am fucking proud of myself!
I have been meaning to write up several keys hands (one involving Andre and Joe, when Andre folded top 2 pairs to a 2 bet in an unraised pot, and I know for a FACT Joe didn't have a set -but the thought process I managed to sponge out of the Bulgarian cunt is worth talking about...).
Also I wanted to discuss the 1, 2, 3 = adjust theory, and the importance (or what can be gained) from 3 betting light frequently.
But I cant be bothered right now! I will try and write some more tomorrow. I had planned to take tonight off, and just relax but I might go in on the 2am van.
I am desperately to bring this month to a good finish, and hit some numbers which might be worth talking about, I continue to play to earn the minimum wage! Here is an illustration of my month (far far away from my £2k month expectancy!).
I have applied for a job at McDonald's, and am awaiting a response. Fuck poker if I get it. Fingers crossed for Jamie for a bracelet, and fingers closed for me for a McDonald's job.
Weee....please let me hit a hitter
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