Good evening guys and gals,
I'm brimming with excitement as we gear up for the biggest showdown on Sky Poker. Our £8,000 GTD, 50 runner tournament is on countdown to the inaugural "Shuffle up and Deal".
We have the fabulous Ms Long and Gidzo on hand to guide you through the action - so expect plenty of hi jinx fun with enough stats to make rainman look plain....
In our guest corner we have the fabulous Jason Cundy, who will be taking part in the 20:30 Bounty Hunter, the 9PM £900 GTD and as many Sit n Goes as we can cram in. Expect plenty of chat and we may even have a "screamer" in our midst!
So..... What do I have to give away this evening? How does free entry into the Doublestack on Wednesday grab you?
So... Everyone knows someone who has had their share of travel disaster courtesy of the Volcanic Ash...
What i'm looking for is the best story featuring a poker player as they attempt to make their way to a tournament. It could've been to the San Remo EPT, or the casino that is normally just a quick trip up the motorway...
The funnier, more outlandish the better - but above all we have to believe that they are TRUE. Bluff us with the best story - and you could win yourself free entry into the Wednesday Doublestack.
Competition closing time will be 21:30. So post below or emails us at Skyopen@bskyb.com
Good Luck!
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On the way home Tony made a special friend called ImmY Gration, Immy liked to wear lycra.
**** gotta go get some make-up on..
I don't really care to be reminded of that! And to this day, when I see a Marigold glove, I break out in a cold sweat.
well i dont have a story but just like to wish them all gl !
no stories at the mo have only played live twice at my local pub so gl with the show will be watching while playing dtw
On the way to this heads up match he managed to finish one place behind the challenger in a double stack. Soon after he got a good thrashing in the heads up battle by this top 'free-play' player.
That was an interesting journey, more for the railers than the 'runner up' though.
Other's simply chose to go to Monte Carlo - gg £sssss
But the brave managed to club together buy an old van and travel cross country just to sit in Calais until the Navy arrived....
On arrival I noticed that my stack had been blinded down something rotten. Ihad 4 bigs left. I decided to shove them in blind, and managed to get called by everyone at the table. I ended up flopping a boat, and I went on to win it all. What a great ending you might say. Perhaps, if it did indeed end there. Heads-up took ages and we all ended up missing the last train. 5 hours later when the casino closed, and with all profit having been drunk, we made the hardest journey of my life back to the station. I could barely stand I was so shattered. What's more, I KNEW the way back, but my mate's i-Phone said different, and who was he going to believe?
After half an hour of fighting him on it, I eventually won the toss, and 7 hours behind schedule we boarded the fisrt train back to Fenchurch Street. Then we had to get back off when the conductor saw our returns from the day before. After shelling out for another piece of paper, we got on the next train, and decided we would all catch forty winks. I had worked out that if I set my phone alarm for half eight, I would wake up in time to get off at Barking. This would have worked a treat, but inexplicably I set the alarm for half nine, and awoke to the sound of a fat knuckle tapping on the window. We were at Fenchurch Street. It was another hour and a half before I was in bed.
There is a moral to this story, but for the life of me, I can't find it. : 0
lisa also when she realised after a little while what was happening
fear a long night for miss long ahead with those two boys in tandem
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Either a good fold by me or a good bet by oppo, either way wud be a good hand to showFlash and Phil - your hand requests are coming up
We stopped for dinner at a motorway service station near Lyon. At this point, we realised we weren’t even half way. Spirits started to sink a bit. As we disembarked at 7pm, the bus driver said, in clear English, “We continue at 8.15pm.” And, true to his word, that’s when the coach left the service station. But 10 minutes later, we realised there was a problem.
One of the camera guys had failed to keep an eye on the clock and, rather disturbingly, nobody noticed that he hadn’t got back on the bus. At first, the driver refused to go back. When reminded who was paying his wages, he agreed to turn the coach around at the next junction to pick up our lost crew-member. The 45km diversion cost us the better part of an hour. The driver’s sat nav estimated our time of arrival in San Remo as 3.45am. Spirits were now low. That’s actually an epic understatement. By 1am, most of us were ready to jump out of the back door!We eventually arrived at our hotel at 4.30 on Tuesday morning: mentally and physically exhausted, after travelling for 20 hours. And we didn’t have long before we needed to start work. EPT Live was due to go on air at noon. A long one, so you probably will not read it outLoving that dress LM
Ohh Ace Barry - you snuck in... can't wait for the decision during the break.
could i have a look at this please