Matthew In Poker Shock!
Something weird happened on Tuesday. I actually wanted to play poker. I went to Stevenage to watch Woking earn a draw, and after the game decided to make the short trip to Luton to play the fantastic dealers choice game I have heard so much about. I arrived to find that there was no game, so I rang Paul Martin to find out what time the game usually started. He said that there wouldn’t be one on a Tuesday. Tremendous, the one day I actually want to play and there is no game. Well this only served to increase my desire to play, so I thought I might head to the Victoria Sporting Club.
To find out what was going on I decided against ringing the card room, and instead did what any sensible person would do in that situation. I phoned Neil C to find out what was really going on. There was no answer, so I left the usual nonsensical message and headed down the M1.
Obviously I got lost on the way. Anyone who has had the privilege of being my passenger will testify to my unconventional (ok then, shit) navigational skills. I arrived at the Vic about an hour and twenty minutes after leaving Luton (not bad for me) and made my way to the card area (it’s not a room any more, just an area upstairs). Unfortunately the waiting list was fairly long so I ‘played over’ which I don’t really like to do, and that, in conjunction with the long journey, meant that I had now lost my earlier appetite to play. I played for half an hour and headed home. I considered that my earlier desire was mainly fuelled by the fact there was no game, and had there actually been a game at Luton I would have probably lost interest after twenty minutes anyway.
I went home and played a tournament on the net. During which time I was bored enough to pen the following Limerick.
The game has become rather bland,
And I’ve been patiently waiting for a hand,
It’s now my big blind
And I must be behind
But I say bollocks lets make a stand.
It’s more Mr Kipling than Rudyard unfortunately but it pretty much summed up my mood and that was the end of my tournament basically.
At that point I checked my phone to see that I had just missed a call from Neil. I duly rang him back and he proceeded to tell me what was going on at the Victoria. After he had finished I told him that I pretty much new what games were going on because I had been there earlier. We had a conversation about various things, there was of course his obligatory bad beat story in the middle, and as the conversation drew to a close he gave me one of the best pieces of advice I have ever been given by anyone in the poker community. What’s more I will share it with you now.
“Cheer up you miserable bastard” was his closing sentence. This mind bogglingly simple, yet absolutely essential suggestion was just about the best piece of advice I have been given since Kevin O’leary declared “ I treat any person involved in the preparation of my food like a friend.” With this in mind I later cheered myself up by taking a little trip down memory lane. Fortunately by memory lane I meant to reminisce about little things that have made me chuckle and not a road in London. Otherwise I’d never have found it!
I basically reminisced about my navigational techniques and previous occasions where I had also taken ages to get to my desired location. It cheered my up no end and made my earlier frustrations pale into insignificance.
To find out what was going on I decided against ringing the card room, and instead did what any sensible person would do in that situation. I phoned Neil C to find out what was really going on. There was no answer, so I left the usual nonsensical message and headed down the M1.
Obviously I got lost on the way. Anyone who has had the privilege of being my passenger will testify to my unconventional (ok then, shit) navigational skills. I arrived at the Vic about an hour and twenty minutes after leaving Luton (not bad for me) and made my way to the card area (it’s not a room any more, just an area upstairs). Unfortunately the waiting list was fairly long so I ‘played over’ which I don’t really like to do, and that, in conjunction with the long journey, meant that I had now lost my earlier appetite to play. I played for half an hour and headed home. I considered that my earlier desire was mainly fuelled by the fact there was no game, and had there actually been a game at Luton I would have probably lost interest after twenty minutes anyway.
I went home and played a tournament on the net. During which time I was bored enough to pen the following Limerick.
The game has become rather bland,
And I’ve been patiently waiting for a hand,
It’s now my big blind
And I must be behind
But I say bollocks lets make a stand.
It’s more Mr Kipling than Rudyard unfortunately but it pretty much summed up my mood and that was the end of my tournament basically.
At that point I checked my phone to see that I had just missed a call from Neil. I duly rang him back and he proceeded to tell me what was going on at the Victoria. After he had finished I told him that I pretty much new what games were going on because I had been there earlier. We had a conversation about various things, there was of course his obligatory bad beat story in the middle, and as the conversation drew to a close he gave me one of the best pieces of advice I have ever been given by anyone in the poker community. What’s more I will share it with you now.
“Cheer up you miserable bastard” was his closing sentence. This mind bogglingly simple, yet absolutely essential suggestion was just about the best piece of advice I have been given since Kevin O’leary declared “ I treat any person involved in the preparation of my food like a friend.” With this in mind I later cheered myself up by taking a little trip down memory lane. Fortunately by memory lane I meant to reminisce about little things that have made me chuckle and not a road in London. Otherwise I’d never have found it!
I basically reminisced about my navigational techniques and previous occasions where I had also taken ages to get to my desired location. It cheered my up no end and made my earlier frustrations pale into insignificance.
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