Bluesquare.com Grosvenor Grand Prix: Day 1b Interactive

[danafish]

Andrew Bradshaw, who looks like Snoopy's dad, bets 7k into an already chunky pot with a flop out. After dwelling up for a while and twisting his face into what can only be described as a gurn, Kevin O'Leary folds. To Bradshaw's disappointment, he doesn't show the hand that he had liked enough before the flop to throw so many chips around.

[danafish]

Mad Turk bets 900 on an flop. "That doesn't mean I hit it," he says, "I just want to know where I am." No-one is fooled though, and they all fold.

He is currently sat next to Ben Callinan, who is happily wired to his ipod. Says Mad Turk to him, "I  don't have expensive ipod, I sing." I begin to retreat, afraid. There is talk among his tablemates of some kind of karaoke-off later.

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[snoopy1239]

The blinds are currently 300/600 with 56 players remaining.

[snoopy1239]

If Mad Turk was mad before, then he'll be even madder now, Midland youngster Anthony Kennedy happy to show a bluff to the Turk, and the rest of the table for that matter, on a Flop of . As Kennedy revealed he'd been re-raising with just Ace high, , he glanced at Turk and inquired, "Jacks, right?" Turk nodded with a solemn expression.

[snoopy1239]

Rutter v Butter (don't you just love that?) as Rutter's J-T fails to outdraw Butter's A-Q all-in pre-flop.

Oh what the hell, I'm going to say it again. Rutter v Butter.

[snoopy1239]

Meanwhile, Mad Turk is even madder than he was in the last post where I said he was very mad, his Jacks all-in against the A-K of Mohammed Ghani's Jacks, the board coming 5-6-7-4-8 for a choppety chop chop.

[danafish]

Gordon MacArthur walks up to me and says, "Sorry." "Oh, sorry," say I, thinking I'm in the way, and I move. He's still standing there. "I said, do you want a story?" Oh yes. Of course I do. It's getting late and my brain is starting to melt.

Nevertheless he is in a great mood because he's just doubled up off of a now-fuming Michael Greco. Now that I know what day it is, he tells me that he raised with from the cutoff, and found a caller in big blind Michael Greco.

Flop -

Greco checks. Tee hee hee, thinks Gordon (not in those words, I'm embellishing here) and bets. Michael calls.

Turn -

Again, Michael checks. Gordon bets again, and this time Michael raises, and Gordon calls.

Michael shows  , but no fourth spade on the river, and Gordon is delighted and Michael is furious. Here is Gordon, listening to a little voice in his ear telling him to raise with J-9.

[danafish]

These two gents, Dan Owston and a slightly blurry Simon Baskerville, became involved, as it were. Dan raised from the button only for Simon to go over the top of him. Some brief dwellage later, says Dan, "I don't think I can lay these down," and calls. He shows Kings. "Oh," says Simon, and shows Kings. They split.

[snoopy1239]

This is the face of your current chip leader, Karl Limbert, who has circa 80k.

[snoopy1239]

Well, I guess I've just gone and bokked Karl Limbert, because just as I was reporting his chip leadage, he only goes and doubles up everyone's favourite plaster wearing pensioner.

Raising under-the-gun, Michael Arnold looks for a vital double through as the action folds round to Limbert in the big blind. "I guess I'm priced in," observes Limbert semi-seriously. "How much more is it?"

As the answer returned is 4.4k, Limbert makes the call and hesitantly checks a Flop with a gentle sigh. As expected, Arnold insta shovels in his remaining 2.9k quicker than a wasp on speed.

As if fighting the temptation and pot odd demons, Limbert looks bamboozled by his decision but eventually makes the call with a huff, simultaneously commenting, "I've got nothing, but I can't pass."

And indeed Limbert did have nothing, but his at least had three outs against Arnold's , which ultimately failed to emerge from the Turn and River.

Hooray for Limbert for still having a load of chips, but hooray also for Arnold who earns himself a timely double up.

[snoopy1239]

Andrew Bradshaw, who looks like Snoopy's dad, bets 7k into an already chunky pot with a flop out. After dwelling up for a while and twisting his face into what can only be described as a gurn, Kevin O'Leary folds. To Bradshaw's disappointment, he doesn't show the hand that he had liked enough before the flop to throw so many chips around.

Is it just me, or is Kevin O'Leary calling someone a Matron here?

[danafish]

Paul Parker is OUT, all in preflop with a suited A-J against Gordon MacArthur's Kings, with no help from the board. As Paul was picking up his coat to leave (pictured below), Gordon got up and came over to the other side of the table to shake Paul's hand. He looked a little like he was going to cry. He has probably around 40k now.

[danafish]

Lookalikey time!

Michael Greco's jumper



The Michelin Man



Also, curiously, this baby.

[danafish]

I don't know who this guy is, but I heard him asking the waitress to bring him more chips. The tournament kind, not the friend potato kind. She said no.

[snoopy1239]

With about 40 minutes left till the end of the day's play, it would appear as though the staff here have lost their patience and spiked all drinks with Red Bull (except for the ones that are already Red Bull of course, that would be silly) as the last few moments have borne witness to a flurry of all-in encounters.

First up was Graham Whytell (who had to spell his name knowing full well that I would go for the Whitell option); he found all his chips across the line with , which isn't always too bad unless you're up against Aces, which he was, the American Airlines being held by the now not so invincible Karl Limbert.

Limbert =

Whytell =

Board = ...

Oh you know what's coming.

BOING!