Thursday, 11 March 2010
German+TV+ PC+Hookie Telewest box = No Football highlights
This week's action....
Seven heads gather for the March buy-in with those present consisting of Roundhead, Denman, Ze German, Nic Nac, The Vulture, Scott (awaiting registration documents) and Sid (ground sloth character from Ice Age - amazing!)
With the New Year resolution ground rules being truly thwarted on a number of levels the action eventually started at 9 ish. This was only after the vulture had made an unexpected late appearance. With a two pronged attack coming from the enemies at home he had made a desperate escape to join in on this weeks events. Vultures as a species would eat their young should they be ill, so leaving them to go and play poker is almost admirable.
The usual vegetarian options were available on this weeks menu so details, as always when posted so late in the week, are very hazy. No apologies required or offered.
Action started early on, which has been a trait of the group in recent weeks, with some calls of 8 and raises to 18 not to be outdone and matched round the table.
Early buy-ins went to Nic Nac, Scott and the Denman with the German following suit.
To everyone's delight Germany's answer to a shit Murray Walker hit this weeks splinter cell on the nose and in a blaze of glory resigned himself to a point less on the table of dreams. The cards on which he departed are at this stage a mystery but anyone wishing details can contact him anytime between 12 noon and 1 pm Monday through Friday at AVbyZEgerman@tryswitchingitoffandon.com Available for major all sporting and concert events.
Next to bite the dust was Scott, who with an immaculate showing the previous week of action all areas and that old poker favourite of being dipped in excrement, proved he can execute poker on all levels by taking an early bath. A truly welcome addition to the fold. Visas and work permit will be closely followed with the highs and lows, a nickname, an embarrassing photo or lookalike and the juggling of work/social life to exclude all Thursdays.
Next to go was the Peter Rounhead Gull Really! Is it me? who's details are still fresh in his mind and that of any of the collection that has spoken to him in recent days.
The beauty of his exit was not just that it's always nice to see the reigning champ suffer but that his manner of exit will run shivers through the spines of poker players everywhere.
Two hands in which he had the choice of make or break. He opted for the latter after a good 5 or 10 minutes of "call, fold, call, fold, call...." Against his old winged adversary as well. So the fact he was on an open ended flush draw which, you guessed it - he hit in the end, he folded only to be knocked clean off his feet in the very next hand was a very large pill to swallow. Even for that enormous head. Gull went all in with tens only to be called by the smuggest bird in town who hit his bullet. Very quick, very painful, very nice.
That left four and what would become a grind to the end which was littered with moments of action. The chips certainly did the rounds with Denman and Nic Nac holding on and Dougie and Colin holding the majority of the chips.
Dougeeeeeeeeerachaaaa had decided he had seen enough at this stage and with the league big guns out of his way saw an easy run in with chips and hard dollars available. All he had to do was complete the transaction.
He began the takedown with a swift dispatch of Pete and after a hard fight, Denman's chip stack couldn't stand up to the blinds, and he too was relegated or promoted to rolling duty.
Battle of the bubble was a drawn out affair which saw the vulture being pushed to the end. The end of his tether. Eventually the all in calls began and at this stage no call still meant 90 chips exchanging hands. Right up till Sid thought - F*?@ it - and called the Vulture who turned up a healthy, with no flop yet, pair of 4's only to see Sid flip a pair of 6's. Nothing in flop, turn or river could save him. He saw a monster stack move across the table along with his chances of victory and the blood drained away from his face like a one of his Sahara Dessert victims. He was left with a few chips that were handed over in almost apologetic fashion.
Sid and Nic Nac went heads up, or head to neck, and with both being close to unconsciousness and Raph about to call time on the Rossie Terrace Concentration Camp there was no time wasted.
A couple of all in's later and with Sid moving his entire stack to the right the evening came to a close. Nic Nac took the spoils and some very much required points to raise him up to the very strategic position on NIL, ZERO, NOTHING, NADA.
Till next week poker stars!
This weeks blog was brought to you from an island which does not appear on any known map which conceals a high spec arrangement of flashing lights and dials where a two foot baddie squeals his way around. Nothing like me!
Extra security will be drafted in this week as high end poker tournaments around Europe are being targeted by thieves. Dennis didn't you call in sick Monday????
Seven heads gather for the March buy-in with those present consisting of Roundhead, Denman, Ze German, Nic Nac, The Vulture, Scott (awaiting registration documents) and Sid (ground sloth character from Ice Age - amazing!)
With the New Year resolution ground rules being truly thwarted on a number of levels the action eventually started at 9 ish. This was only after the vulture had made an unexpected late appearance. With a two pronged attack coming from the enemies at home he had made a desperate escape to join in on this weeks events. Vultures as a species would eat their young should they be ill, so leaving them to go and play poker is almost admirable.
The usual vegetarian options were available on this weeks menu so details, as always when posted so late in the week, are very hazy. No apologies required or offered.
Action started early on, which has been a trait of the group in recent weeks, with some calls of 8 and raises to 18 not to be outdone and matched round the table.
Early buy-ins went to Nic Nac, Scott and the Denman with the German following suit.
To everyone's delight Germany's answer to a shit Murray Walker hit this weeks splinter cell on the nose and in a blaze of glory resigned himself to a point less on the table of dreams. The cards on which he departed are at this stage a mystery but anyone wishing details can contact him anytime between 12 noon and 1 pm Monday through Friday at AVbyZEgerman@tryswitchingitoffandon.com Available for major all sporting and concert events.
Next to bite the dust was Scott, who with an immaculate showing the previous week of action all areas and that old poker favourite of being dipped in excrement, proved he can execute poker on all levels by taking an early bath. A truly welcome addition to the fold. Visas and work permit will be closely followed with the highs and lows, a nickname, an embarrassing photo or lookalike and the juggling of work/social life to exclude all Thursdays.
Next to go was the Peter Rounhead Gull Really! Is it me? who's details are still fresh in his mind and that of any of the collection that has spoken to him in recent days.
The beauty of his exit was not just that it's always nice to see the reigning champ suffer but that his manner of exit will run shivers through the spines of poker players everywhere.
Two hands in which he had the choice of make or break. He opted for the latter after a good 5 or 10 minutes of "call, fold, call, fold, call...." Against his old winged adversary as well. So the fact he was on an open ended flush draw which, you guessed it - he hit in the end, he folded only to be knocked clean off his feet in the very next hand was a very large pill to swallow. Even for that enormous head. Gull went all in with tens only to be called by the smuggest bird in town who hit his bullet. Very quick, very painful, very nice.
That left four and what would become a grind to the end which was littered with moments of action. The chips certainly did the rounds with Denman and Nic Nac holding on and Dougie and Colin holding the majority of the chips.
Dougeeeeeeeeerachaaaa had decided he had seen enough at this stage and with the league big guns out of his way saw an easy run in with chips and hard dollars available. All he had to do was complete the transaction.
He began the takedown with a swift dispatch of Pete and after a hard fight, Denman's chip stack couldn't stand up to the blinds, and he too was relegated or promoted to rolling duty.
Battle of the bubble was a drawn out affair which saw the vulture being pushed to the end. The end of his tether. Eventually the all in calls began and at this stage no call still meant 90 chips exchanging hands. Right up till Sid thought - F*?@ it - and called the Vulture who turned up a healthy, with no flop yet, pair of 4's only to see Sid flip a pair of 6's. Nothing in flop, turn or river could save him. He saw a monster stack move across the table along with his chances of victory and the blood drained away from his face like a one of his Sahara Dessert victims. He was left with a few chips that were handed over in almost apologetic fashion.
Sid and Nic Nac went heads up, or head to neck, and with both being close to unconsciousness and Raph about to call time on the Rossie Terrace Concentration Camp there was no time wasted.
A couple of all in's later and with Sid moving his entire stack to the right the evening came to a close. Nic Nac took the spoils and some very much required points to raise him up to the very strategic position on NIL, ZERO, NOTHING, NADA.
Till next week poker stars!
This weeks blog was brought to you from an island which does not appear on any known map which conceals a high spec arrangement of flashing lights and dials where a two foot baddie squeals his way around. Nothing like me!
Extra security will be drafted in this week as high end poker tournaments around Europe are being targeted by thieves. Dennis didn't you call in sick Monday????
