More or less a breakeven day on cash, turned a small profit. Afternoon session went pretty hideously, encapsulated by this pearler (apologies for the poker content...):
Chap I have direct position on has been prrrreettyy aggro. Think he normally plays PLO higher but the 1/2 NLHE game was all that was running. We are 6 handed and one orbit previously I have raised QJ utg, he was sole caller from straddle, I ck back AJ9r, call pot on 7 turn, call pot on brick river and he snap mucks.
I open
utg over his straddle to 16. Folds round to him, he calls (pot 35).
He checks, I bet 17, he raises to 50, I call.
He bets pot (135), in exactly the same fashion as hand previous, big stack of reds, plonked down. I call.
He jams like 210, I obviously call to be shown
I then I chundered, everywahhhhhh.
Evening session went much better. Made one really sexy play where I turned my hand into a bluff otr vs a very competent guy called Alex I have been playing. He was the meat in a Gascoigne family sandwich so felt he was pretty handcuffed. Great spot, he knew it, but not much he could do. Very pure. Then as the game started to get pretty deep, with a couple of chaps in particular splashing pretty hard, we found this beaut.
I am in the straddle with
, think we are six-handed.
utg limps, BTN (seemingly competent on his day, young chap, handles chips well etc. but I think a little worse for wear) makes it 17 playing like 700 (we cover). One of the blinds calls, we call, utg calls.
(pot 68)
Checks to BTN who bets 22. Blind folds, utg seems genuinely disinterested and I make a rather speculative call.
I check, BTN bets 52 into 112. I call.
I somehow resist temptation and check. BTN bets 105 into 216. I raise to 325 and he tank calls with
Carlsberg don't do runouts, but if they did....
Right, enough poker nonsense. Today the father and I are off to the course for the Galway Hurdle along with Claypole, Jake and I believe Marc Foggins. Plan was to mix it with the hoi polloi but then father spotted the tiniest drop of rain in the forecast so decided we would join the boys in a box rather than risk wetting his suede loafers.
Given I'm on about 3hrs of sleep I sense this could get messy.
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