Week 2 of Danish poker Camp
09-11-2012
, 05:24 PM
This week has been a week of hard grinding. I have done nothing but eat, sleep, exercise and poker. I think I have been spending about 11-12 hours in the office a day, playing an average of 70 turbo heads up games a day ( which is a lot), but it has been extremely worth it as I have shot up from the $30 games back to the $100 games within the space of a week 
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During the exercise sessions this week I tried my hand at 2 on 2 football, which is great, although brutally exhausting. The picture below shows the court, it may look small but don’t let that fool you. You do not get a seconds rest during a game!!
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I have also spent a lot of time swimming, as Tobias (one of the organisers of the poker camp) reckoned that he could thrash me at a 1km swim, so I stupidly agreed to a race at the end of month and now have to get in good enough condition to beat him, which is going to be very hard to do considering that Tobias is a psychopath who would rather pass out and drown before losing in a race.
On Friday me and Soren (another participant in the poker camp) decided to go for a few pints in town, we decided on a Scottish pub down the road from the office because we thought we’d be able to chill out after a great, but very long week, however, when we walked in we found it completely infested with very drunk, middle aged, single and ready to mingle Copenhageners. We got a drink anyway and sat in a corner discussing moving to Thailand to live like kings and potential business ideas for the future, such as our own brand of ready meals and randomwank.com (I won’t go into the gory details of this, but trust me if I ever get round to making it you will all be the first to know). Mid conversation we were interrupted by two of the aforementioned Copenhageners who wanted to sit with us, they must have been 50+, dressed as school girls with brandy brown teeth, but it would have been rude to say no so we budged up and watched as they spent the night bringing a host of different men to the table in an attempt to find someone suitable to go home with for the night, whilst at the same time offering me and Soren some of their drinks and insisting that they didn’t have anything when we kindly declined. We made it out by the skin of our teeth and staggered home a little bit worse for wear.
That pretty much sums up the week. Being here is making me realise the massive commitment that it is going to take to become a professional poker player, but looking ahead to the future I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing
. During the exercise sessions this week I tried my hand at 2 on 2 football, which is great, although brutally exhausting. The picture below shows the court, it may look small but don’t let that fool you. You do not get a seconds rest during a game!!
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Uploaded with ImageShack.us[/IMG]I have also spent a lot of time swimming, as Tobias (one of the organisers of the poker camp) reckoned that he could thrash me at a 1km swim, so I stupidly agreed to a race at the end of month and now have to get in good enough condition to beat him, which is going to be very hard to do considering that Tobias is a psychopath who would rather pass out and drown before losing in a race.
On Friday me and Soren (another participant in the poker camp) decided to go for a few pints in town, we decided on a Scottish pub down the road from the office because we thought we’d be able to chill out after a great, but very long week, however, when we walked in we found it completely infested with very drunk, middle aged, single and ready to mingle Copenhageners. We got a drink anyway and sat in a corner discussing moving to Thailand to live like kings and potential business ideas for the future, such as our own brand of ready meals and randomwank.com (I won’t go into the gory details of this, but trust me if I ever get round to making it you will all be the first to know). Mid conversation we were interrupted by two of the aforementioned Copenhageners who wanted to sit with us, they must have been 50+, dressed as school girls with brandy brown teeth, but it would have been rude to say no so we budged up and watched as they spent the night bringing a host of different men to the table in an attempt to find someone suitable to go home with for the night, whilst at the same time offering me and Soren some of their drinks and insisting that they didn’t have anything when we kindly declined. We made it out by the skin of our teeth and staggered home a little bit worse for wear.
That pretty much sums up the week. Being here is making me realise the massive commitment that it is going to take to become a professional poker player, but looking ahead to the future I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing
09-12-2012
, 04:34 AM
