You may recall I had a wish list of poker goals in issue 22. With the World Series of Poker at the exquisite Empire Casino, I was hell bent on ticking some of those boxes. Unfortunately my sponsor Betfred wouldn’t stump up the £10,000 entry fee (they took one look at the hand history for September), so it was down to plan B – the cash game. The terrace was attracting a small crowd of people, never one to shy away I notice Marcel Luske, Todd Brunson, Pam Brunson and Hoyt Corkins ready to play a cash table. “how much” I enquired to the dealer “one and two” obviously he meant hundred. “are there any smaller games?” the dealer was now looking at me as if I had just twisted his balls’ with a pair of pliers. “1 and 2 pound blinds are the entry level games here Sir, would you like a seat?”. I couldn’t say yes fast enough. The table had now become the casino ‘feature table’, attracting hordes of onlookers, ok it wasn’t TV but it was close enough for me. I was grinding it out for around seven hours with the best in the business and holding my own, so far so good. I must have been around £250 to the good, even though I had taken some nasty beats especially from Pam Brunson. She got all her money in the middle with 77 it folded round to me, I had QQ - it was a quick call. “damn you got anything” Pam asked, “yup” I replied, quietly confident. A high pitched scream confirmed Pam spiked a 7 for a set –ouch! I had lost a big chunk of my money, to the ‘not so good Brunson’. I was philosophical about it all – shit happens. With some tight play I managed to regain the losses and steadily build my stack back up. A gentleman by the name of Casey wondered over, who was quite cleared souzed for a better word. Casey, must have been part of Harrahs, every body knew him and he had a ton of cash which he proceeded to move in blind with every hand. The Casey show started when he attempted to play with American dollars. He was directed to the cage, however Marcel pulled out a wedge of cash to see our ‘Yank plank’ good. I could see the Vultures wetting their beaks, it was open season and for once I felt like the hunter. 10 hands later, Casey had seen off around £4,000. It couldn’t be any easier, get a hand and call. Again Casey goes all in blind. This time I decide to call him. The board was full of rags’; my pocket eights should be good. Casey slow rolls a 3 and a 4 for the full boat. The realisation that the worst player in the Casino had broken me sank in, and quietly move downstairs to the complimentary coffee and sandwiches.
Alas there was a saviour in town, in the unlikely form of Jamie Gold. I had the foresight to book guest list at a swanky soiree. A call from club ‘contact ‘ on the Saturday night they had informed me all tables were fully booked, but i am reassured the replacement is a VIP table overlooking the dance floor. As the caller exits he subtlety mentions something that sounded like “minimum £1000 spend”. As a true master of skulduggery and deception I had called up the club, stating that I would be at the £10,000 buy in event at the Empire Casino, London, so I would like to pass through. You will have noticed I had been economical with the truth; Just because I was ‘at’ the £10,000 tournament doesn’t actually mean I would be playing, however the guy at the club was eager to get some high rollers into the club ( my cheque account, currently stands at a debit of £123, how further from the truth could that be). Later in the evening I was mentioned to a fellow writer I was stuck with a guestlist I couldn’t afford, he informed me he maybe able to help: Jamie Gold and his buddy ‘Mitch’ were eager to sample London nightlife. A little while later Jamie me approached saying “you are the guy who can hook us up right?”, “sure” I replied…and the rest as they say is history as me, Jamie and Mitch strolled through Leicester Square in search of frivolity and debauchery. I know at this point you want me to fill you in on all the gory details of what we got up to?.
Well, What happens in London stays in London… thank you World series of poker 2007, see you next year.
Alas there was a saviour in town, in the unlikely form of Jamie Gold. I had the foresight to book guest list at a swanky soiree. A call from club ‘contact ‘ on the Saturday night they had informed me all tables were fully booked, but i am reassured the replacement is a VIP table overlooking the dance floor. As the caller exits he subtlety mentions something that sounded like “minimum £1000 spend”. As a true master of skulduggery and deception I had called up the club, stating that I would be at the £10,000 buy in event at the Empire Casino, London, so I would like to pass through. You will have noticed I had been economical with the truth; Just because I was ‘at’ the £10,000 tournament doesn’t actually mean I would be playing, however the guy at the club was eager to get some high rollers into the club ( my cheque account, currently stands at a debit of £123, how further from the truth could that be). Later in the evening I was mentioned to a fellow writer I was stuck with a guestlist I couldn’t afford, he informed me he maybe able to help: Jamie Gold and his buddy ‘Mitch’ were eager to sample London nightlife. A little while later Jamie me approached saying “you are the guy who can hook us up right?”, “sure” I replied…and the rest as they say is history as me, Jamie and Mitch strolled through Leicester Square in search of frivolity and debauchery. I know at this point you want me to fill you in on all the gory details of what we got up to?.
Well, What happens in London stays in London… thank you World series of poker 2007, see you next year.
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