as Booder says, a buckled wheel delayed my normally smooth progress on friday afternoon south. When we arrived in luton, I had planned on playing the friday night comp, but was actually pretty tired - obviously not as used to the long drives as I once was. We decided on a sensible early night and so retired to the hotel to get some quality sleep.
unfortunately this plan went up the shitter because of a bloody insomniac with supersonic hearing. who was kind enough to wake me up to tell me I was snoring, every 5 bloody minutes. "yeah thanks, but I kinda knew that".
The comp itself was excellent. slow structure, tough opponents - my table had a veritable feast of poker playing talent, including fellow blondes Raif, Snatty, and James Atkin, along with some strong locals including Evil Edna.
Most of the first few levels was small pot poker, which was lucky because I really wasnt getting any decent starting hands. I was seeing flops when it was cheap enough, winning a little pot here and there to keep going. I managed to river the nut flush in one hand, but saw that run into a full house. I congratulated myself for only losing the minimum there.
I made my first objective which was to survive to the dinner break, and had managed to move onto 10,500 chips, which I was relatively pleased about.
I thought things were going to get better afterwards when I was dealt AK first hand back - i raise, everyone folds. second hand back AK again, I am confident of a customer this time, so raise the same amount, all fold again. ok so at least I am getting cards again.
But no, that was about as good as it got, I got pocket
once, and bet out on a J high flop, only to get a raise and a re-raise popped back at me. For the next two hours I proceeded to get junk. I was down to about 5K when I got K J in mid position, and pushed, mainly just to get the blinds, I got one caller with A 9, and it was over.
feeling totally gutted i decide to retire to the bar, and ordered a nice malt to console myself. at which point I got a slap on the back from another player who I had honestly never met in my life before. he decided he wanted to be my best mate. I just wanted to be left alone for a bit, but it wasnt to be allowed. thats fine i can understand if someone wants you to listen to his litany of bad beat stories. i tuned out as much as possible. i even sought solace in the company of two rough looking local women who had taken an unnatural interest in my footwear.
Eventually booder donked out and we were joined at the bar by the genial ZZZrope who isnt actually too bad despite being a Rangers supporter. Scouse then proceeded to own the dancefloor doing his best peter kay impressions, and we left shortly after the bar closed.
just take this opportunity to thank my backers. I really enjoyed the competition, and actually took a great deal from it which will obviously be of no consolation to them. my plan for next season is to play all the apat events, and also increase the number of "bigger" events that I can play in. Backers beware !
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