Chompy did me in tonight. And at the first time of meeting him.
Im not one to give the end of a diary entry away in the first sentence, but I feel it's a decent lead in to an otherwise standard entry.
I've not been around much other than the odd DC comp every now and then, but writing about Aces double both ways hi and lo with a 9 banana takes it out me a little.
The short story is we haven't won a bean since September, and that bean has failed to sprout into a beanstalk of £50 notes and sunnier shores. It comes with the territory though playing live tournaments, but I remain quietly confident that I will climb the beanstalk and slay the giant at the top of it. Optimism gets you through. Or sends you mental. But someone referred to me as "mad Harry" earlier so maybe I am halfway there.
£50 comp at Genting tonight. The first of their 10th Anniversary events. I'd missed out on many smaller festival type things as they seemed to have happened back in 2006. Sadly I was both underage and dreaming of marrying my girlfriend at the time. She gained heaps of weight anyway and turned out to be a bit mental so we dodged that bullet.
I went down on the prospect of a trophy. I've always wanted a poker trophy and way back when they seemed to give them out like sweets. Sort of a prop to validate my entriped journey to the top of the mountain. And something to threaten smackheads with in case they come for me at the station at 4am.
Nice to have Mrs Phan at your table early doors, even if she and John The Pen are about to beat each others heads in over a hand at 25/50. She was in full swing. Utter gibberish for the most part but you can pick out the odd "yum yum" every few minutes.
I trundled along to 75k at 1500/3000/300.
Chompy raises to 6200. Has raised the past 2 hands. I reraise to 14500 on the button with Ah
. Call. Kind of hate my spot already but 3 cards to come and change my fate.
Flop: A 2 4
I bet 9.5k. C-betting like 3 quarters of your initial 3b amount is standard now I guess, or so I learned from Rupert Elder. Call.
Turn: 5
Check. I jam. Which to be fair is pretty awful in my opinion. Snapped.
Chompy has the wheel. 35dd or something close to it. Down in flames. So it goes.
I hung about for it bit before my train home, and with 14 left and 13 paid someone called for a bubble saver.
I heard Chompy call for a chop.
Tenderly I remain, from platform 2 at Leagrave Station at 3.25am
Harry