Was enthusiastic, excited, full of anticipation, when reality came and took a massive dump on my head. Dusk Till Dawn was not my favourite place last night. (it is now I've had time to reflect)
Got TT busted quite early on by 67 unsuited in a straight, my own fault for not betting enough when the flop came out seemingly all rags. Left me with quarter of my stack, limped along until the break. Rested. Refreshed. Up for the challenge, I've done it before, clawed back from the brink of oblivion to the final table, did it a couple of weeks ago in fact, however not tonight Josephine.
Big Blind, AQ, All In, Called. Up against Jacks. Flop. JT rag, give me the King, give me the king. Rag. COME ON, KING? 3. Goodnight.
To make matters worse, I didn't stick around for the cash games, and scrapped the side of my new car on the gate post as I exited the car park. Quoted £250 just for a touch up. Should I take that out of my Bankroll? No. Mr Visa can pay for it.
I hate Poker.
Bankroll: £315 (down £55)
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