Day 4.....camped on enemy shores!

Thursdays tourney seems to be one of the most popular tourneys. Now if only we could get to the bottom of that, well, we'd be at the bottom of it. Which also reminds me how much Thursday nights up here seem to be turning into Gay night!!! The Le Mons Little Mexican even wanted a shy Ewok to take a walk with him. Awwwwww isnt that cute!!!

There were shed loads for the tourney, a few familiar faces, a few new faces. Not everyone is "getting a name" as its now called in the club, as I didnt deal to everyone tonight. Apparently there was a special request for one of the new faces to be called Chicken Little whereas he suggested "loose and horrible" himself. A loose horrible Chicken Little????? I'll leave this one to the panel.

Since I dealt the final table I'll tell you who made it. In order of seating; Our newest Thousandaire, The Mullet, Boromir, Roadkill, Skidrick (who had a €20 bet with Mc Hammer that he would indeed make the final table), The Cyclist, Strawberry Shortcake, Mc Hammer, Colin Montgomery and The 60% Man. The action was pretty much ABC. There was quite an odd pot tho, Mc Hammer raises to 3,500, Colin Montgomery ships all in for a lot, The Mullet is thinking and disappears into the tank eventually coming up for air and folding, I cant remember who calls but Mc Hammer folds. The board comes down and by the turn there are two jacks and a whopping King on the river. Colin's 77 holds. The odd part about this hand is that the Mullet declares he had Queens. Not so odd you might think but he declares this to a spectator behind him and like a mexican wave every individual asks him what he had. Apparently the hearing factor is now officially gone out of poker. THE MAN HAD QUEENS!!!!!!!!!!!

Top three were getting paid and the bubble seemed to last forever. I'm pretty sure I slipped into a coma for a while as preflop action went pretty much like this: sb, bb, all in, fold fold fold. Now picture this happening for three quarters of an hour solid!!!!! I do exaggerate a bit, there were two all ins during this mammoth period that were called and needless to say people doubled up. Then The 60% Man took a hit and decided to push getting knocked out. We're finally in the prizes and it takes a while to loosen up but when it does the following hand happens. The Mullet (small stack) pushes all in, Skidrick (chip leader) moves all in, Colin Montgomery moves all in! So there we are, the hands respectively read; A8, 33, AK. The board reads: 4,7,K.......(insert long pause here for dramatic effect) 3, 2. Game over! Please insert coin. Skidrick takes it down there and then. In fairness he did declare as soon as he walked through the door tonight that he was going to win the tourney! Fair dues, he's a man of his word.

Anyhoo insert brief intermission for me til I get my hands on the now Omaha only cash game. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet! Apparently Roadkill sat down and was out in 10minutes when his house ran into a higher house. Card Death still continuing. Keep your head up dude, it only took 7 months for mine to clear up and I'm still getting some aftershocks! So the stars of this merry gathering is McHammer, the horrible loose little Chicken, the 60% Man, the Le Mons Little Mexican, The Ewok and Family Guy. Its pretty much standard Omaha stuff. McHammer gets two horrific beats when both himself and the Ewok flop the nuts straight. They're all in and the Ewok has the higher straight draw which comes on the river. Ouch! Then Mc's nuts straight runs into a flush draw which also hits on the river.

There was plenty more carnage on the table when it was announced the the Le Mons Little Mexican wasnt going to be staying much longer as he had to drive 600 miles the next day. Now Clonmel - Cork, Cork - Limerick, Limerick - Cork, Cork - Clonmel. While messy certainly aint 600 miles, unless they have moved Limerick since I was there last. I know they havent moved Cork cos I was only home a few days ago. Hmmmmmmm I suspect a little fabrication. Not important, just worth a mention.

The play of the night came towards the end and comes from someone who seems to think he's all that in Omaha. There are five in for the flop at €5. The flop comes down 3,3,10. Check, check, check, check.....POT! Ok €25. Now as everyone is folding the Ewok lets out a cry of despair after his pot bet dramatically hits the table!!!! Everyone who hasnt folded, fold instantly and we nearly piss our pants as the Brave young Ewok flips over his hand. 10, 3, 2 and hiding behind the little ducky was another little three. Bravo!!!!!!

So anyhoo the cash game breaks up after that and here I am sitting in this lonely card room with my laptop typing in everything that ye just saw tonight.... hang on a sec!!! Something's not right with that......Ah who cares!

love and muppets,
Caboose

*** Tip of the day; Winking at dealers is not an advised past time. It won't make you're cards any sweeter, you're not going to get a date (regardless of gender (well unless you are an oriental babe with the most amazing body. Then you might get a date!!!!!)) and well it makes you look like you want to be screwed in a very uncomfortable place.......like the back of a Volkswagon. It is a practice that should be banned before you're hurt.