"Been away, but now I'm back!"
Yes, I'm returning to the Sky Poker tables this evening for a Play the Presenter session. And, as usual, my focus will be Omaha.
I'll be playing PLO cash between 7 and 11:30pm - with a break at 8pm, so I can enter the £5k Bounty Hunter. I'll let you know where I am at all times by posting in this thread.
Plus, as I'm a generous soul, I'll be awarding FREE entry into tomorrow's 8pm tournament to one lucky punter.
Those of you who've read my latest blog will know that I recently spent several hours trapped in the back of a bus playing No Limit Hold'em. Now, I want to hear about YOUR most surreal poker-playing experience.
The wierdest / most entertaining / most outrageous anecdote will win the prize. Please post your entry below. You have until 11pm.
See you tonight!
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Total mind lock ;-)
Great scene is that.
Anyway, we all went our separate ways, and come morning I decided to tidy up the mess. As I was putting my cards away, I had a look at the burn cards from the last hand, and to my great surprise, I found a five in there. Before this had time to sink in, I noticed another deck of cards (very similar to my own) left in my opponent's seat. It was missing two fives.
And they say Sky Poker's fixed.
:0
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
now thats stupid really