The Youngs family holiday & Dean's preference for the other side of the Atlantic, meant we were in need of extra players, while Jude's arrangements meant we were relegated to as Tuesday night. When Dave dropped out at the last minute due to transport and puppysitting issues, we down to 6. Thanks to Lewis or we would have been in real trouble.
Lewis also proved himself useful when he disproved Barry & IJ's theory of JJ: if you fold when he makes a ridiculous raise he'll have nothing but if you call he'll have the nuts. Lewis disregarded this sound advice and called JJ's £6 raise on the river. JJ threw his cards away in disgust when Lewis showed KK, demonstrating that he often has fuck all, even when you call him.
Barry was convinced Jude had let slip her hand after she said '2 Kings' when raising after the river arrived. Baz tried to exploit the mistake by re-raising £4, despite only having a raggy ace. Jude called and took the pot with her 2 pair. The moral of this story is not to believe a word Jude says.
IJ exited first, going all in with 56 and getting knocked out by Lew's pair of Aces, with a J. IJ out (6th).
Jude left next, (5th) after her QK was overtaken by Baz's Q9 which hit a straight.
Mark went out (4th) after he went all in with A3, but JJ's 99 held up.
By this point, JJ is a monster, but he has lost this position in the past with surprising regularity. Baz knocked Lew out (3rd) to make it a Borehamwood heads up. Lew had Q6, Baz A10, which hit an Ace.
Heads up started at 22:45 and was short and sweet as the Borehamwood boys like it. At 22:49 JJ called Baz's all in Q10, with his K2, which had already hit a K - another nail in the coffin of Barry's heads up record.
Well done JJ!
Game 2 – 5 players - (1st Mark, 2nd IJ, 3rd JJ)
A fairly uneventful second game started at 22:54.
Baz was out first. He had Q6 and went all in after the flop came 67J.
JJ instantly called, with Q7, and knocked Barry out (5th).
Mark, with A7, went all in after A48 arrived on the flop.
Lewis called with AQ, leaving Mark with only a 7 to hit, which he hit on the turn.
Lewis, decimated, goes all in with K8. He is almost thankful to IJ who finished him off, with J3, which hit a 3. Lew out (4th).
JJ tried his luck, going all in with 2 low diamonds in his hands, after AAJ came on the flop, 2 of them diamonds. Unfortunately for JJ, the flush never came and Mark's pair of Js doubled him up. JJ is decimated, with less than the blind left.
He went all in with 78, which Mark called with Q7. Mark hit a Q and sent JJ home (3rd).
Heads up started at 0:28, with Mark firmly ahead. He ground his way through, never losing the lead until he beat IJ at 0:44.
Well done Marky!
2008 Poker Rankings Table:
With Lee away, there was no one to threaten Baz's grip on the top spot. JJ took full advantage of Dan's absence, overtaking him to secure 3rd spot. With only 20 points between JJ & Lee, could the next few months see a serious challenge to our top 2?
In the meantime, the only other move of note was Mark who leaps ahead of Dean into seventh place.
Lewis meanwhile clocks up his sixth game without a point...
Conversation topics of the week:
There was a brief discussion early on as to whether Dean spent more time with his other family in the US then he did with Jude and their kids. There was also a suggestion that it was Microsoft Excel that was actually his true love.
Lew filled us in on his law firm's biscuit tasting session among partners, complete with a spreadsheet for each partner to record their preferences. This provoked a wider discussion about the importance of biscuits for work meetings. JJ contributed the nugget that Clifford Chance stopped serving biscuits entirely as a cost cutting measure. Overall, it seems law firms take their choice of biscuits very seriously. Lewis related how he was once professionally embarrassed after turning up to a client meeting with sub-standard biscuits.
Congratulations of the week:
To Mark on your new flat and new job, at your old firm.
and to IJ, for getting a commendation in your first year's law exams.
Joke of the week:
Thanks to Dave for this one (& the others which were too poor/politically incorrect to be included):
Jack wakes up with a killer hangover after attending his firm's Christmas Party.
He doesn't even remember how he got home. It's 8.30. What day is it?
Thursday. His wife must have gone to work.
As he struggles into consciousness through the fog of a pounding headache, his stomach plummets as he wonders what the hell he did last night.
He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a little vase of sweet peas, freshly picked from the garden.
He sits up. The bedroom is clean and tidy, - there is no trail of drunkenly abandoned clothes, fresh air is coming in through the window and all is serene. He stumbles to the bathroom, also pristine, and, squinting gingerly into the mirror, sees that he has a black eye. This is not a good
sign, but no memories are returning.
As he concentrates hard on getting the world into focus, he sees a post-it note stuck on the corner of the mirror. It is written in red, with little hearts on it and a kiss from his wife.
'I'll ring your office and tell them you won't be in today. Breakfast is in the oven. Try to eat something and go back to bed for the morning. There's snooker on TV this afternoon. Take it easy today, hope your eye doesn't hurt too much. See you tonight. I love you, darling! Love,
Jillian. x '
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the newspaper. His teenage son is sitting at the table, eating.
Jack, bracing himself, asks his son what happened the previous night.
'Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. '
Confused, he asks his son, 'So, why is everything in such perfect order, aspirins by the bed, a nice note from Mum and breakfast waiting for me?'
His son replies, 'Oh THAT!.... Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off, you screamed, 'Leave me alone you slapper, I'm happily married!!'
that's all folks!
IJ
