Truthfully I love traveling to London and I've been here a few times before but this is the first time I can actually play a tournament here. If the brits all play like Roland de Wolfe, I could take this bad boy down.
I walked pass this gigantical ferris wheel on my way to the Empire Casino which used to be the Empire Nightclub
Table 3 Seat 3
Let's get it on!
Table draw:
Seat 1: random bloke but he's quite nice. He called a cocktail waitress over to get me a water. So pleasant.
Seat 2: random bloke who has no idea what's going on
Seat 3: jdn
Seat 4: the steaming swede. This guy called off half his stack against the nuts in the first orbit and has been on dead steam ever since.
Seat 5: empty
Seat 6: the cocky bloke
Seat 7: that guy that went deep in the main event a few years ago that looks like the geico caveman
Seat 8: random bloke and I'm almost 100% certain that he has a nipple on his left wrist. Bizarre.
Seat 9: empty
Our dealer is having trouble boxing the cards and reading the hands. He's already mucked two winning hands. Time for a push!
I'm slightly distracted by the Ibiza Angels. They're the massage girls and they're all wearing see-thru white linen pants. I can tell if they're wearing hotpants, thongs or grannie panties. One of them is dancing while she rubs seat 4 on the table next to ours.
Levels 1 and 2 are pretty boring. I picked up kings once and won it on the flop. I also chopped AQ twice, so I'll be playing that hand more aggressive in future. Or maybe I'll play it more passive. I dunno. It's generally a lame hand.
6k at break. Treading water, which is my specialty.
Layne Flack asks to borrow some franks at break. We're in London Layno!
Hotpants!
I've never seen so many walks in the first two levels of a tournament. Of course I haven't had one.
Big pot time! With blinds at 100/200 I raise to 600 under the gun with AK. Seat 6, the cocky bloke, reraises to 1600. It's folded back around to me and I ponder over it for a few seconds before making the call.
Now seat 6 is the guy who raised with a gut shot and got there on the turn to steam the swede in seat 4, who I think may be german, but the steamin' swede is a better nickname than mad german, so I made the called based on his previous play.
I might lay AK down to a better player because I'm getting 25% of my chips in preflop. Whoa... I'm using math.
The flop falls A 8 8. I check and he bets 1600. I move all in for 3750 more. He tanks it. When he bets the flop I can rule out him having AA or 88. And A8 is not even on the radar.
He goes through the motions and asks if I have ace. So he has QQ or JJ. I don't think he folds KK there. So I'm golden.
He continues to think it over as I settle into my seat. Now... This is the first time I've ever cracked up while being stared down. And Seat 6 didn't even do anything.
The waitress comes to the opposite end of the table and offers the players some all in energy drink, which tastes like battery acid imo. The new guy in seat 9 takes one and the waitress looks over at the geico caveman, who's name I later found out it something like lief farce, anyway he's laying his head down on the table with eyes closed. Obv, he had a long night so the waitress says, "looks like you need an energy drink."
She offers him one and he doesn't even see or hear it. I fucking lose it. Good thing the guy didn't notice it. So he calls the clock on himself.
Thong!
I've never seen anyone call an all in bet when they call the clock on themselves. He folds.
I'm up to about 11k after the hand.
A few hands later when the cocky bloke has the big blind I look down at aces and make standard raise. I would've almost bet that he was going to shove on me. He folds. Damn! I hope I can take advantage of his tilt.
Doesn't take long for me to spring my trap. Exactly one orbit later I look down at A9 and make the standard raise. Its folded to the cocky bloke in the big blind who shoves it all in. As he does it I notice that he's looking straight up. That's a motherfucking tell! I call. He shows 2 3 off. I win. Snap.
9k at 2nd break.
Creepy moment of the day!
Doodoo Merman (Davood Mermand) follows a bloke into the loo and continues to talk to him abouy a hand as the guy takes a leak. I'm Soooooo happy the Doodoo isn't at my table.
Quote of the day!
"Someone tell Roland de Wolfe to stop eating."
- Joy Miller
Level 5
With blinds at 150/300 with a 25 ante, I raise to 1000 with JJ. There are two limpers in front of me and both of them call. The flop falls 5s 8d 4d. The under the gun limper bets out 2500. Huh? The other donk folds. I think about it for a moment. AK of diamonds? I'm slightly baffled. I count out my chips, I can't reraise, I gotta push if I stay in this hand. WTF does he have? I shove.
He almost beats me into the pot. Fuck. He shows 88 and 10 minutes later I'm walking past the ferris wheel. Someones getting married on it. That's lame.
The HORSE starts on Monday.
JDN
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