So I was sat in the 1/1 PLO last night with some heroes; good atmosphere, some decent banter, and some big (ish) pots. What was curious though, is that everyone was addressing me as "Robert Smith" all night. Couldn't figure it out...
Hand of the night came when a reg named Charlie sat down. For some reason, despite both being quite nitty, we love to gamble with each other and give each other action. Plus I'd been trying to gamble with some unfamiliar faces. Not exactly amazing at PLO myself, but I'm trying to do what I can to help keep Dusk alive on Wednesdays.
So the straddle is on, I flick it in with
, Charlie pots it to £12 and we go four ways to the flop.
. That's not far from gin, so I decide I'm check-jamming versus Charlie 'cause it's not the worst flop for my hand and I'm winning a fair amount anyway. Charlie bets, one fold, I move the effective stack in, and then player 4 starts tanking. This wasn't part of the deal. The more he dwells, the more I realise he has the bare nut flush draw and my "half the deck" draw has been reduced to about ten outs amongst a minefield of bad cards. He does the "well whatever" dance and moves it is as well. Charlie snaps it off.
on the turn. That's me, baby!
on the river. Twelve hole cards get tabled as three players declare, "the nuts." The nut flush got there, Charlie's kings filled up, and I just pinged the straight flush. And Phil "Philthepower" Clarke wasn't even at the table. What's going on?!
With that win last night I pinged a pretty important milestone. Please no bok, please no controversy, but we reached £20k for the year. Hardly anything to brag about, but it was one of my goals for the year, so even if it does all go a bit wrong from now until the end of the year, I will have a mental photograph of this moment where I finally achieved something.
Peace & Love
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