Picture diary: Monte Carlo Day 1b
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
The tournament kicked off for the day 1b runners at noon, Monte Carlo time. For most of the day I really felt like I was playing very well, and was soon chip leader on the table after no big dramas but a series of small and medium pots. We started with 30,000 and I was up to 70,000 while the chip average was still probably 35k. Then there was a horrible pot. With blinds of 100-200, I limped under the gun with aces. Two players called and the button made it 1200. I reraised to 5000 to shake off the other two players - which worked - and the button made it 15,000. I could have got clever here but I decided not to bother - 15,000 was enough for me - so I moved in. I might as well have waved a big red flag saying I’VE GOT ACES but I didn’t care, I was happy just to pick up the pot. But the button thought and thought and thought. And he said, “You might have ace king”. Let me tell you, there was no way in the entire universe I could have ace king. But he only had 20,000 left and I could see him seeking desperately for a reason not to pass. Persuading himself at last that I really might have ace king, he made the call and showed two tens. Of course, the ten was the first card off the deck. I was pretty depressed after that, as I should have accrued a lovely 120k stack (enough to be chip leader at the end of the day, never mind the middle) but I went for a little break and a walk around, regrouped, and was proud to fight back a little and finish the day on 48,000. I imagine around 600 players will be going back tomorrow (out of 900) and I’ll have a slightly below average stack.
I was going to include a picture of my losing aces in today’s photo diary but decided that would be too negative. Instead, here are three positive-thinking photos. The first is the players arriving for the start of the tournament, including one of the celebrity entrants: Sebastien Chabal, the French rugby player. Look out for the guy with the 7 on his shirt, that’s him. He’s an enormous great hairy hulk of a fellow. Kirsty, PA to European poker’s Mr Big, has a huge crush on him. I’m not saying Monsieur Chabal is unattractive, but Kirsty and I could certainly go on holiday together without bickering about who fancies which boy.
The second picture is of two lovely dealers, enjoying what is surely the finest place to have a fag on the international poker circuit.
And the third is of me and Barny Boatman in the break. PokerStars like us to wear hats, so I decided to come along today as Frank Spencer.