Winter Shall Howl at the Walls
Last weekend I deployed my Betfair Live London package to play a couple of events at the Fox Poker Club. A predictable level of chaos ensued so I figured a cheeky trip report was in order:
Friday afternoon formed the turbo Lottery freeroll. A novel idea where after busting, each player picked out a number which equated to a prize regardless of when they were knocked out. Top two won $1400 Betfair Live packages and the lottery included Ipads and an Xbox 360. I bust about midway through the field after making a thin/bad call from the big blind but picked up a gaming mouse from the lottery. It’s usurped my old mouse despite the fact I’m still not sure what all the buttons do, simply because it looks like a spaceship.
The evening was billed to be the “legendary” Betfair Welcome Party at Zebrano Bar in Soho. It very much delivered. As is tradition Matt and I proceeded to make fools of ourselves in a plethora of creative ways. A brief rundown of events would have to include Scandinavians, much Asahi and locating the illusive maverick DoinGodsWork. I would go on but the details of such ventures are more than a little hazy. Suffice to say we generally behaved like platinum grade arseholes.
Despite probably averaging a single live cash session a month since graduating, post Zebrano Scott and I decided to give it a punt, as if the mere suggestion was anything but an atrocity. After a false start we were eventually allowed in to the Golden Nugget and got stuck in. A few hours (seemingly even fewer hands) later I went home around dawn. By this point I was ridic tired and certainly still feeling the effects of Zebrano but, thankfully, up for the evening. In my biggest pot of the night I scooped QQ v QQ for around 450BBs like the tremendous live luckbox I am.
Saturday was day 1 of the $600+50 Main Event and after not much sleep, but much coffee, I took my seat. 148 players had registered leaving a nice chunk of overlay. This helped put me in a better mood after my initial table draw turned out to be a tough one. After a slow start I began to chip up nicely after the dinner break and moved to just shy of average stack with 60 left. Counter-intuitively the field seemed to be getting progressively softer as more people bust out. Unfortunately things then went rapidly balls up for me in the penultimate level of the day. I lost a sizeable flip followed by A8<KJ to bust in 41st. Arse.
