Viva La France!

I would just like to start this blog out and say this month, I am a sofa king.

Why?

Well, even though I had a bad showing at the last poker night. (more on this later) Causing me to be less then enthusiastic about writing the blog. That isn't an excuse.

Regardless I was already started, had a decent opening (work in progress). Yet when I sat down to put the poker part in what do I find?

I had lost my notebook.

Fuckitty, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Yep, I could not find it anywhere, seriously I had been looking for two weeks.
So I cleaned out my office recently and low and behold. It materializes. Right out of fucking thin air.

Either that or stupid little blog elves stole it just to fuck with me. Yeah that sound better then me being a retard.

Ok, so I am retard.

But enough about me lets get on with the show.

So this last month, Won (bastard) can't host. Problem is he tells us this like two fucking days before hand. So it is a mad scramble to find someone to host. Fortunately for us Nathan steps up and provides the facilities.

So here we are at Nathan's. From his left it is Myself, Ken, Craig, Frenchy, and Clint.

I know numbers are low, but things happen.

So here I am returning from Vegas. Looking to hold my title as the current champ. The night doesn't start of great as I split a pot with Frenchy.

And it get worse. Why?

Because, as it turns out, that would be the only pot I win all night.

Seriously. It was that bad.

Frenchy and I then lose an early pot to Clint.

Frenchy then frenchies Ken with an ace over a king.

It amazes me when it all comes down to who has the single highest card.

Then Frenchy and Craig go at it for the largest pot at this time. I don't have the cards but it looked like Frenchy was going to be up to his old tricks. Folding, Folding, and...well...Folding.

Would you expect anything else?

I surely wouldn't.

And don't call me Shirley.

At this point I haven't seen anything but shit, shit and more shit. Really. Not one face card. Nothing even remotely playable. I think I played one had with 8d, 2d. Just because they were the first two suited cards I had.

Flop? Spade, Spade, Spade.

Yep, walked away from that one. Someone could have kicked me in the nuts too just to make sure I really felt it.

Craig gets up rather early buying another pot. But Frenchy starts to get on a little run. Quietly taking down a few pots in there and holding some good cards. I know he took some from me since I was trying to chase some crap and see if I get lucky.

I didn't.

Then after seeing nothing but junk all night. Seriously, since the first hand, I think I have seen two, count them, two face cards. I get a pair of fives.

Nathan tries a little preflop raise and I gamble, seeing as how these are the best cards I've had all night, and I go all in.

Frenchy calls.

He did, really, I'm in for about 4k and he calls. Then so does Nathan.
Oh fuck, am I screwed.

Sure enough Nathan shows QQ, while Frenchy has two aces.

Yep it ain't looking good for the home team. Unless I see two fives. That has happened that I have seen four of a kind before on more then one occasion.

Flop is 6h, 9s, Ah.

Ah well, the streak is gonna hit a bump in the road unless I can get running fives.
Turn is a 4c.

River Qc.

Yep, I'm done for the evening and for the first time in a very long time I am actually the first one busted out for the night.

Not to mention Nathan is gone too.

Add insult to injury I lost to the Frenchman who should have surrendered as soon as I said: "I'm all in."

What the fuck is up with that?
Clint gets busted out by Ken's two jacks over Clint's sevens.

Frenchy takes another big pot down over someone and I am pretty sure he has chip count at this point.

Yes, I said chip count.

Ken frenchies Craig with sixes over fives and takes a large chunk out of his stack.

Craig how ever bails himself out when he doubles back up over Ken.

Ken in a desperate attempt to stay alive goes all in against Frenchy. Now normal, as you all know, this wouldn't be a bad idea. A German against a Frenchman. Sound strategy if you as me, hell I would do it and I am Polish.

Ken shows Ac, 7d. Frenchy has Kh 10h.

Makes it look like the right move by Ken.

Flop is Kh, Js, Kd.

Sweet mother of pearl!

Frenchy is a buzz saw cleaning up against everyone.

I would think to put money on the French world cup team after this night. But then he is probably using up all the luck the nation of France has.

So it is now Craig and Frenchy mano a mano. Frenchman against...

...well I'm not sure what Craig is.

Back and forth they go, giving and taking, finally Craig goes all in, Frenchy calls and they show.

Craig's Kh, 9s and Frenchy's Ah 9c.

Ouch. Frenchy has the edge when the flop comes:

Ks, 8d, Ac.

OH!

So close. Craig is on the ropes with the turn being a 2c. He needs a king to stay alive.

River: 2s.

GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL.....

Oh wait, that is those crazy South Americans.

Viva La France! Viva La France! Viva La France! Viva La France!

And there you have it Frenchy. Yes I said FRENCHY, wins the night. I've don't think I have every seen someone get more good card constantly in one night. Hand after hand he had strong cards.

Well Napoleon kicked some ass for a while too, but then he made some mistakes and...well. we all know how that went.

At the next poker night you can call me Wellington.

There you have it I will bid you Au revoir and leave you with the quote of the night.

"You check. Oh then I call."