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Down Under
Written by: Dave Colclough (2004-04-23 19:09:25)
Hi Again,
In the first article I promised to keep you informed of
how the 2004 schedule was going for me. So we will give the lessons a break this
week, and give you a little more opportunity to break even in the 50c/$1 game.
(No, you can't move up to 20/40 game yet. And stop playing that off-suit A7 after
a raise. You know it keeps getting you into trouble.)
It's been a hard life since giving up my 70 hours a week as
an IT Consultant. I really miss getting up at 7:30, working late, long weekends,
meaningless meetings and dead important deadlines. This particularly weighed heavy
on my mind at the start of the year. Unfortunately, I couldn't get totally hammered
on New Years Eve, because I had a flight to catch on New Years Day. Well three
actually. Birmingham to Dubai to Singapore to Melbourne. Ho hum, the sacrifices
we have to make.
When we finally arrived in Melbourne, we settled into bed
about 4am Aussie time for some much needed sleep. Only for the phone to go 2 hours
later. Channel 9 breakfast TV wanted me to do a live interview, errr, in 45 minutes
time. No kiddin. Fair dinkum mate. So dragging myself out of bed and down to the
riverside, I got asked some pretty banal questions via a sat link hook up,
apparently by some absolute babe, who I couldn't see. Not ideal for sparkling
repartee… As it happens the interview lasted about 3 minutes before the Aussie
Deus himself, walked out at the SCG to inspect the pitch for his final test.
Surprisingly, Channel 9 abruptly cut off from me and Bendigo Sloan (Billy the
Croc hadn't managed to get outta bed), and went straight over to watch some
Waugh twin geezer poke about in the dirt. There's just no accounting for taste.
Down under, my poker year started less successfully
then I would have liked. One lowlight was murdering a mountain of chips in one
Omaha comp. to Howard 'the baseball bat' Plant from… Blackpool, Lancashire. My
excuse being I just had to get to the toilet fast. Food poisoning at it's finest
kept me on the (marble) floor of my Crown bathroom suite for the next half day or so.
I did manage to squeeze my way through to a couple of Final
Tables, which prevented the trip from being a complete financial disaster. Again I
got carried away playing too many hands (the greatest poker mistake of them all)
in the Omaha final and crashed out in the consolation prize money. I did a little
better in the PLH but unfortunately didn't get the rub of the green and had to
settle for a fourth spot. But a whole three weeks without a podium finish doesn't
put food in the fridge!
The trip was worthwhile for one reason alone though: the
aussies themselves. Jason Grey, The Croc, Bendigo, The Kouiss brothers, all great
fun. The best nickname I've ever come across: Dog Meat George. Yes, they do call
him that. The biggest personality of them all though, was Mick Stanton: the greatest
plethora of chat up lines you will ever hear uttered by a 56 year old anywhere
in the world. Every two hours or so, he would bring along a couple of sheila's,
and introduce them to the world's poker players. The rumour was, that Crown had to
install a revolving door in his room to reduce the door banging and save the hinges.
But as they say, having fun doesn't put food in the fridge.
And as you should be able to see from the accounts, I had to go without towards
the end of Jan.
Dave
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