Phil Hellmuth and Doyle Brunson are the resident poker superstars and being a Z-lister I stay out of their way. I know my place, and my place is somewhere near the bar.
Sadly the lager is luke-warm and I am a bit upset about this, cos I was planning on having a bit of a bender. Michael Greco and my old mucker Grub Smith are discussing heading into town for a few but warm beer has made me feel hungry for bed. I make a quick exit and am kind of glad I did as my last sight as I look behind me is of a somewhat poor Tony Blair look-a-like having his picture taken with various celebs.
I get a damn good night's sleep and when I get up minus a hangover, feeling all fresh and bouncy, I am well happy that I decided to stay in. No hangover and a decent finish in a recent poker tourney?? Hames, what's going on?? This is like ... good preparation!! Yes, yes, I know, I'm turning all pro before your very eyes ... Christ! Who would of thought it?!
So anyways, enough kerfuffle, let’s get this tournament underway shall we? Taxi for Hames!
It's a good arrival, if I say so myself. I exit the cab, light a ciggy and no sooner do I turn around to walk into the club than I am surrounded by 5 girls scantily clad in England dresses. A few clicks from the EPO official photographer and I am confident I have myself a new screensaver [ED: This blog is useless without pics!]. I am so ready for aces it's unbelievable.
Time to register and have myself a ball. That's the idea anyway...
I take my seat on table 23 and get ready to rumble. I start pretty good, play slightly looser than normal and its starts to pay off. From the first hand up until the end of level 3 I never get below my starting stack of 10k. Sweet.
Then I get pocket Jacks....
Read the rest of Ashley's blogs from EPO: Part 1, Part II, Part III, Part IV