Now then, I'm off to Slovenia tomorrow. If you're not familiar with the place, it borders Italy, Austria, Hungary and Croatia. It's famous for it's singing goats and they say the women smell of strawberries. I'm going for the poker though.
Two tournaments initially. A €360 freeze-out and €550 double-chance freeze-out. The goal is to win about €20,000 and head to Vegas for Christmas. I just came up with that idea and I like it. Realistically the plan is just to win something, anything, so I don't spend the rest of the year at home, alone, cold in the darkness. At the very least I want to still be involved when we reach the dinner break. So bad have my recent efforts been, that I have now cruelly been nicknamed the buffet queue kid. The most ironic nickname in poker today.
A quick peruse through the casino's web pages and I came across this picture.
This funny looking little chap is Dario Minieri. He's Italian, a Roman. They nicknamed him Harry Potter at this years WSOP main event cause he had a wee cold bless him and sported a Roma Scarf to keep the cold out, which did indeed make him look uncannily like Harry Potter and Potter himself couldn't have bested the trick he performed to make over 2,000,000 chips disappear into thin air.
A good novel they say reveals the truth about the hero. A bad novel reveals the truth about the author. A good point there and one which translated into poker language means, making good decisions consistently means you win, even when you lose, winning only by getting lucky means you lose even when you win. Or something. I don't know. I'm confusing myself now. Ours not to wonder why, ours but to do or die. Let's just play.
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