Ahhh beautiful Friday, sweet – sweet release from the shackles of daily 9-5 oppression. Huzzah, a wot-wot and away we go. Having recently spent all this month’s funds on a piss-up in Bournemouth I decided to a have a quiet month. Instead of the usual Friday session, me and my peoples decided to have a relaxed game of no limit holdem. Drawing the short straw I was sent back home, to pick up the Poker chips and drag them up the road. Now these are no ordinary Poker chips, they are heavy-weight professional clay chips with metallic centres. They weigh an absolute tonne, but they are undoubtedly the best chips I’ve ever played with. So doing my duty, I went home and hunted under beds and through cupboards to find both cases. For some strange reason they were in two separate rooms, the result of some sort of bizarre Devonian filing system I presume.
The game was a bit slow at the beginning, but like most games the sarcasm, jibing and over analysis soon got underway. After a few early wins my luck ran out and mix of weak hands soon had me running towards the short stack. Luckily for my honour Dave was soon forced all in and crumbled under the onslaught of a full house. At one point I scooped 4 of a kind, but as usual no one went in against me and I stole little more than the blinds. After my run of bad luck I asked Jimbo to deal me 2 aces and received an ace king which would have been awesome, but for the fact that Sam opposite me had actually been dealt the cards that I had asked for. Not amused, I eventually crashed and burned on an all in. Luck was definitely not on my side and as I left to journey home the heavens opened and a localised monsoon erupted over head. Soaked through I made it home and crashed out on the sofa.
Aces in the hole...
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