The Nottingham Trip
Have to start this trip report with the obligatory shoe picture whilst waiting in a pret for a coach up to Nottingham with friends. Generally coach trips just put me on tilt, I remember I took one from Dorset to London Victoria and had to then lug a suitcase on district line rush hour and I told myself never again. However this was a bit different for two reasons. One, I had good company, and two, the journey cost two quid, whoever decided to run this service took loss leading to a whole new level, coach company must’ve taken under fifty quid on the entire route. On the coach morale was high, jokes were being cracked and we all said that we were going to get the wages in the tournament, expect the one guy in our group who only plays cash zzz
Thought I would give a quick shoutout to the RIP Stars rucksack, thought it would be appropriate at a party pok-
“BuT LaBaX YoU pLaY oN sTaRs ThO uR jUsT sUpPoRtInG aMaYa IdIoT bAd ReG wAnNa-“
Yeye classic imma say **** stars and still play on the site. I actually watched that Rob Young podcast and he was like people will just keep playing stars and not sacrifice short term ev in order to generate legitimate competition in the online spectrum. Like I’d like to give party fast fold a try but I’ve heard multiple sources that it’s just littered with bots and not much is really being done. If I started hearing and seeing changes in this area I would be more willing to actively support the site. Amaya can still go **** themselves regardless of that.
Anyway I’ll continue from where I left off. After 3 surprisingly quick hours we got off the coach, I immediately lost the first Uber flip of the trip and we got to our place. Shoutout to Asian jason for finding a decent place, can easily rekt on the Airbnb streets so ye vwp.
It was like 8-9pm at this point, and we went to grab some food and jump in the Friday night cash games.
Quick spoiler alert, for the large majority of the time the cash games were beyond dead. Never in my life have I seen so many bottles and pints of water in a poker room. The whole place was just littered with regs and the remainder of the people looked (and in some cases were) asleep. I think the attitude the northern and notts regs had was even worse than the attitude of most London regs (didn’t think this was possible). Yeah okay people know each other, fine, I’m good friends with a few regs in London but I try to hold back the bs poker talk like “yeah I’m mainly playing online rn oh I made x last month”, especially when there’s stars on the table. Got one reg playing ppp on his phone whilst grinding and chatting to the clueless rec about how his months going Poker wise. Anyway tldr games were beatable but just sad to be in. No one wanted to have any banter it was all far far too serious.
Had one rofl hand in the only good game I saw. Oh yeah also before I forget...
Me: Hi there, is it possible to get on the transfer list for the other 1/2 de-
Floor: we don’t actually have a list so when you see a free seat just take it.
It doesn’t take a genius to realise that this is a horrible and ridiculously predatory way to run a room. I had a picture in my mind of ten people trying to throw chips from different corners of the room to lock the seat for the best game in the room. Lucky most regs are god awful at game selection and I got the seat to the only good game. Legit had to scout it and sit at a table nearby for a good 5-10 minutes, like it’s really sad that this is the case but ev is ev :/
Anyway rofl hand time (at said table)
1/2/5/10
Good friend opens Utg to 45 (with a couple absolute celebrities in MP and LP) we flat AA UTG2, one of the celebs calls and the other makes it 100, a central reg and one of the few guys with a good heart in the SB jams 900, our good friend tank folds and we rejam for 1.5k with one star covering. Both of these comedians fold and the reg has AKhh. He asks twice and I decline, I already bricked day 1A of the 1k earlier (more on that later) and I say nah once, normally I don’t really care but just wanted to put the gambol hat on. Immediately two hearts were dealt and he smiled at me, somehow we faded and won a decent pot.
So yeah I know I’ve been pretty negative of the quality of games but this 1k tournament was out of this ****ing world, I’ve played a fair few 1ks and this was hands down the softest. Yeah there was the occasional moorman or German boss firing for lols but this tournament seemed to bring out a different league of idiot, some of the hand histories I received from friends and saw myself made me realise that tournament poker isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Had one semi std hand vs fish but was legit so card dead thought I’d include.
6k/12k/12k
Folds to us in sb we open to 30k with ThTc, nitty rec in bb calls. Tbh I think I should just 4x in the sb in these spots but whatever what’s done is done
(72k) 773ssd
We bet 30k he quickly makes it 80k we peel
(232k) 2d
I check he checks back quickly
(232k) 9s
We decide to v bet 100k and he makes a frustrated call and we’re good.
Think when he checks back turn quickly his range is pretty made hand heavy. Think we can’t really go any bigger than this and this might’ve even been too big but we got paid so yeah.
Aside from that nothing really happened in both of my two bullets. Won a few pots here and there, squeezed AQo and then I just lost 66<AQ rejamming bb vs co for 20 bigs and then in the second flight I jammed 66 in co for 18bbs and sb has AK, he goes “I’m not good at these” I reply “me neither”, K on flop and Gg no re.
After I busted my friend who just went to play cash was just sighing at how bad the games were, we went for a depressing meal and then had a beer and played pool, I swear I used to be good at pool in my teens but I am beyond terrible now, sad times
. We headed to where we stayed and watched some hilarious stuff on tv.
He already booked a train back to London because cash games there has allegedly been amazing. I decided to just flick in the train too, let’s just say if I had to take trains often wouldn’t be long till I’d be broke. From a high morale coach journey to an average sausage roll on a platform at Peterborough at 6am followed by sitting on the floor of a commuter train for an hour till we arrived at Kings Cross. Once I was home all I could could muster up the strength to do was this...
Part of me wished I stayed and the other part of me is just glad to be home. This 5k looks like it’s going to have a monumental overlay and I’m sure many are getting in for peanuts as a result.
I’ve basically been in London for the past year without venturing much outside it. It’s easy to take it for granted but I guess going away reminded myself how much I love it here. It’s a chilly morning and I plan to walk to a great cafe near me and have a nice breakfast. I lost money on the trip (nothing massive. Around 1.5k), but I still felt a mixture of pride and gratitude for still after all this time being able to continue to play poker for a living.
Last edited by Labax; 10-03-2018 at 02:28 AM.