QFTOriginally Posted by DonkBox
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I take my first bad beat of the trip when, after checking into the hotel, on the way to the twin room I announce to Dale that I’m shot gunning the bed furthest from the window. I’m a light sleeper and the sun thru the curtains will keep me awake. Anyway I open the door to find an effing great double bed near the window and a tiny single round the cornerand oh yeah in the entire room there’s one plug socket, just one lmao.
My next bad beat comes in the £100 freezeout where I run kings into queens AIP, queen on the flop which cripples me. However my table, with the exception of Steven Holden are all nits which is great, and would prove to be the same throughout the week, with 80% of players seemingly just playing top 10 hands.
However, every cloud and that, after getting knocked out of the £100er I get to have a beer or two and a catch up with Tom Brady who’s in town for the night as he’s stationed in Portsmouth at the moment. Tom patiently waits around for a cash game to appear and he and Matt sit down in a 1-2 PLHE game, I pass as, well I suck at cash. (i'm sure walty will QFT this)
Next evening it’s the £200 event, from which I don’t remember too many hands as I got totally ratted after finishing third for £2400, Matt was happy too as he had 32% of me so I had to donk £700 to Dale, which just about got him unstuck from the money he’d donked on roulette.
Anyway, back to the tournament, 7500 chips 30 minute levels 25-50 to start. Somehow me and Matt draw the same table, Matt in the one seat me in the four seat. True to form Dale manages to get 7500 chips into the middle pre-flop, during the first orbit, holding just a pair of eights. Never mind his opponent has A-Q, nh sir, lol donkaments, ship it to the one seat.
So now Dale has chips so I decide I better get some too as I can’t have him bullying the table. Next orbit I’m in early position and limp behind a limper with the half Wilson (7h-4h) I must’ve thought the 4 was a diamond as I’d never play this if it were suited, three more limpers and the BB pumps it up to 400, ugh guess I better peel a flop. Qh-2h-x
BB leads for 800, I make it 3000 he shoves and I call. Naturally he has A-Q, not a problem as a heart turns, lol toppairaments. I can still hear the guy telling other people about that hand 24hrs later during the main event…
Now me and Dale are chipped up and having fun, I raise Dales’ BB in EP with 3c-4c, obv he defends, flop is a beautiful 2-5-6 rainbow, oh hi there nuts. Dale checks, I decide to throw him some rope and check behind. Turn is, oh who gives a fuck, and Dale leads out (obv) so I insta re-raise three times his bet (trying to make it look pre meditated) and Dale gets away from it. Matt later totally outplays me in a pot where I’ve got J-10ss and call his raise from the button, flop is 7-8-x one spade and I call planning on taking it away on the turn if I don’t hit, I miss but Dale takes my move away from me shipping his chips into the middle, likely with ace high.
I don’t remember much more of the tournament until two tables out where I hit some nice cards and get an uber stack, I river a set of fours after making a bad call against Q-7 who’d flopped middle pair on a A-7-x flop, I’d raised from the SB and was representing the ace with a bet on the flop, BB shoved over and I’d pretty much committed myself.
Then comes my favourite/most controversial hand of the tournament. The guy sitting to my right has the second biggest stack at the table by some way and I’m the big stack (blinds are like 1k/2k I think). It folds to him in the small blind and he limps. Oh no sir there are no free flops here and I raise him back 8k more with A-5o, he flats.
Flop: A-K-4. he checks to me, I nonchalantly throw out three pink chips (15k) and he tanks forever (at least 5 mins) before shoving in for about 45k total. I’ve got him covered and begin talking out loud (I have him squarely on K-J/K-10 type hand as he tanked to0 long to have a medium to big ace and it’s also likely he’d have raised pre with that sort of hand. The only had I’m really worried about is A-6/A-7 even then there’s a good chance it gets chopped. So I’m thinking out loud “You could have A-7 but I think you have a big king,” I call and then flip my hand, so the other player flips his hand and he has K-Q. Only problem the dealer hasn’t heard me, however players on the rail did as did someone down the other end of the table. But the floor is called, my hand is ruled live and I scoop the pot after the turn and river brick.
At the final table I cruise to three handed playing big stack poker and when three hand with 615,000 in play I’ve got about 300,000, Tony Calhoune (a jockey and eventual winner) has about 240,000 and the shorty has 60k. We try to strike a deal which guarantees the short stack better than third place money but we don’t. Soon after he ships on the button for about 80k (6xbb) and I call with A-9 as I crush his range, he has A-Q and it holds. Down to 2nd in chips, but still with more than the shortstack I tell myself to calm down and hang in there etc. On the button, next hand I find 9s and raise, Tony re-ships all-in, he’d done this twice already and I’d folded Ace-rag type hands, this time I’m not folding though and I call only to be shown aces and somehow miss my 80-20 wtf?
So it’s off to the bar and I buy some champagne and pass it round the card room. I leave (apparently as I don’t remember) around 5a.m and wake up the next day with the mother or all hangovers. But it’s time for the main event £500 f/o 10,000 chips 45 min levels (first 5 levels then 1hr clock). However, as well as the main event the side action would be furious, Bournemouth Roll would be born, £300 seven card turn over and the sickest run on roulette would be witnessed by all those who went down the Gala casino that day (Matt a trip report on the side action would be good). All that to follow in the next instalment of lol oneplugsocketaments…
'I figured if I ever went broke at poker, it wouldn't be because my best wasn't good enough to keep me afloat. It'd be because my worst was bad enough to sink me.'
QFTOriginally Posted by DonkBox
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Ibreasts and muffs
Promise Her Anything, But Give Her Walty
nice report nick - and well done on the cash.
does dale buy 30% of EVERYBODY
tell me he owned 30% of pete lol.
ROFLOriginally Posted by lucky_scrote
You beat me to it! I was too busy posting breasts
Ibreasts and muffs
Promise Her Anything, But Give Her Walty
Good report mate - we need more of these type of posts!! Look forward to the next installment!
He had a percentage of Pete, it's totally up to Matt or Pete if they want to post an amount, i had a % of Grub as it happens as we were probably one and two in chips late on day one, and sat side by side when we made an agreement.Originally Posted by alexross1977
As for Matt having 30% of me it came about this way. We made a last longer before a game in london. If i beat matt he owed me a £500 buy-in to Bournemouth (later changed to side events as i'd been bought into the main) and if he beat me i owed him a month worth of buy-ins to the saturday stanleys tournaments worth aprrox £168. Either way we had a 30% share in each other whoever won. Well I did and after buying me into the 200+20 and 100+10 and then giving me £65 quid for a hotel i never used whilst out on a meetup piss up he's still a 100 light so he ships me that in exchange for 32.5% in the two bournemouth events.
'I figured if I ever went broke at poker, it wouldn't be because my best wasn't good enough to keep me afloat. It'd be because my worst was bad enough to sink me.'
fair doos - everyone is happy. poker.co.uk crew shipping it ! woot.
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