Game 1 – 9 players - (1st Jude, 2nd Dave, 3rd JJ):
Scott (K9) out first to JJ's (77) flush
I won nice pot vs Sharon's A9 (9 on flop) with flush on river
Jude doubled up with AA vs Dan's JJ
Dan (QQ) all in. JJ calls with 33 but 4 2 6 on flop gives JJ straight draw, only for a 5 to come on turn and give JJ the lucky straight. Dan out.
Dave (KK) Lee (A7 - all in) Barry (KQ) - K on flop and Dave wins. Lee out
Sharon (birthday girl) all in with Q10 - JJ calls with Q10, but JJ hit a flush on the river. Sharon out. nice present from JJ
Jude all in with AQ. I call with 10 10 but Q on flop and Jude doubles up
Ilan triples up with flush vs me and Dave
I triple up vs Dave and Ilan with J9 hitting 9 on flop, but Dave's 88 knock Ilan's AQ out
I all in with A10. Dave calls with 88 - 8's hold up, and I out
JJ out next
heads up Jude has about 10% of chips, and in a big swing hand Jude (AQ) and Dave (A4) and Jude makes a monumentous comeback to take her first win since January, with a lucky straight !
Game 2 – 6 players - (1st Barry, 2nd Dan, 3rd JJ):
I won early pot with 44 vs Lee's AQ, hitting 4 on flop (Lee hit Ace)
Dave (AA) all in against Dan's QQ but a Queen on the turn sent Dave very quickly to the garden for a commiseratory fag before speedily heading home. Unlucky.
Lee out next to Dan's trip Kings
Ilan all in with AQ -- I call the extra £3.25 with J9 and a 9 on the turn sends unlucky Ilan home
JJ all in with 77 and I call with AQ - Q on turn and JJ also unlucky and going home.
Heads up with me and Dan, Dan goes all in with Q8 and I call with 10 10. 8 on flop for Dan, but no more help and I win.
Poker Rankings table for this week:
Royal Flush Pot:
Started this week. Please bring £1 coin with you every week to put in the pot. First Royal Flush, gets the cash. Good luck....... However, Dan proclaimed that if a Royal Flush ever comes on the flop, turn and river for all in the hand to share, he will dance around the table naked. Let's hope and pray that day never comes !!!
Congratulations:
Mazeltov to Sharon on her birthday, Paul and family on the birth of a son, and Ilan's brother on his engagement.
Video of the Week:
Thanks Dave:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1d83XOORP0
Thanks JJ:
http://nz.youtube.com/watch?v=bVq0u1BTGgE
and a nice picture from me for the boys - the cheerleaders came to London this week for the first ever competitive NFL game played outside of the USA: (click to see)
and a joke from moi:
The Jewish Parrot.
Meyer, a lonely widower, was walking home along Delancy Street one day wishing something wonderful would happen in his life, when he passed a pet store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in Yiddish, "Quawwwwk...vus machts du?"
Meyer rubbed his eyes and ears. Couldn't believe it. Perfect Yiddish. The proprietor urged him, "Come in here, fella, and check out this parrot..." Meyer did. An African Grey cocked his little head and said: "Vus? Kenst sprechen Yiddish?" In a matter of moments, Meyer had placed five hundred dollars on the counter and carried the parrot in his cage away with him.
All night he talked with the parrot. In Yiddish. He told the parrot about his father's adventures coming to America. About how beautiful his late wife, Sarah, was when she was a young bride. Ab! out his family. About his years of working in the garment district. About Florida. The parrot listened and commented. They shared some walnuts. The parrot told him of living in the pet store, how lonely he would get on the weekends. They both went to sleep.
Next morning, Meyer began to put on his Tfillin, all the while saying his prayers. The parrot demanded to know what he was doing and when Meyer explained, the parrot wanted to do the same. Meyer went out and had a miniature set of tfillin hand made for the parrot. The parrot wanted to learn to daven and learned every prayer. He even wanted to learn to read Hebrew. So Meyer spent weeks and months, sitting and teaching the parrot, teaching him Torah. In time, Meyer came to love and count on the parrot as a friend and fellow Jew.
One morning, on Rosh Hashanah, Meyer rose and got dressed and was about to leave when the parrot demanded to go with him . Meyer explained that Shul was not a place for a bird, but the parrot made a terrific argument, so Meyer relented and carried the bird to Shul on his shoulder. Needless to say, they made quite a spectacle, and Meyer was questioned by everyone, including the Rabbi and the Cantor. They refused to allow a bird into the building on the High Holy Days, but Meyer persuaded them to let him in this one time, swearing that the parrot could daven.
Wagers were made with Meyer. Thousands of dollars were bet that the parrot could NOT daven, could not speak Yiddish or Hebrew, etc. All eyes were on the African Grey during services. The parrot perched on Meyer's shoulder as one prayer and song passed - Meyer heard not a peep from the bird.
He began to become annoyed, slapping at his shoulder and mumbling under his breath, "Daven!" Nothing. "Daven...parrot, you can daven, so daven...come on, everyone is looking at you!" Nothing.
After Rosh Hashanah services were concluded, Meyer found that he owed his Shul buddies and the Rabbi over four thousand dollars.. He marched home, so upset he said nothing to the parrot. Finally several blocks from the Temple the Parrot began to sing an old Yiddish song, as happy as a lark. Meyer stopped and looked at him. "Why? After I had tfillin made for you and taught you the morning prayers, and taught you to read Hebrew and the Torah. And after you begged me to bring you to Shul on Rosh Hashana, why? WHY?!? Why did you do this to me?" "
Meyer, don't be a schmuck," the parrot replied. "Think of the odds we'll get on Yom Kippur!"
And on that note, that's all for this week.
B.
