Last week I embarked on my first ever World Series outing where I pitted my wits against the finest players on the planet, who had all descended on Leicester Square. My event was the £1500 No Limit Holdem contest in the second ever World Series of Poker Europe (WSOPE). I had wondered if all the top American stars would make it over for this appetizer course, with the main event still a week away. I needn’t have worried. The pursuit of ‘bracelets’ ensured that the Empire Casino was the venue for the who’s who of poker all week.
I initially found myself to be a little edgy in such illustrious company. My starting table put me alongside several familiar faces who ‘I knew off the TV,’ even though I was struggling with names. This was a little frustrating because I desperately wanting to check who I was up against but was not prepared to ask. ‘I know you’re a famous player and all, but what’s your name again,’ I thought sounded a little pathetic and, at the same time, a bit insulting. Instead I just hid behind my sunglasses that I had adopted for the day and decided to keep a low profile. The shades are not something I normally bother with – particularly for my internet play I hasten to add – but on this occasion it just felt right.
My efforts to keep a low profile were soon compromised when I spilt my water over ‘Gentleman’ Ben Roberts whilst turning round to see what Phil Hellmuth was up to. This clumsy act summed up my first session at the table. My 6000 starting chips were rapidly deserting me through a heady combination of ill-advised betting and missing every flop I saw. When I went to the first break after two hours I was languishing with little more than 2000 chips. I knew that if I didn’t turn things round fast then my WSOPE debut was going to be a bitter personal disappointment.
Thankfully, when we resumed my performance improved along with the quality of the cards I was dealt. I quickly doubled through with KK against AQ and picked up another nice pot when I flopped a set of 10s on a 9c-10h-Qh board. The pot was welcome but might have been more had I not felt compelled to check-raise all-in to avoid the many potential outdraws. The highlight of the second session was knocking out the aforementioned Ben Roberts after he pushed his short stack with A-9 against my J-J. ‘You spill water on me and then you knock me out!’ he lamented with a smile on his face. I can confirm that he is indeed deserving of his ‘Gentleman’ status.
The following session was largely uneventful as once again I found myself card dead. For a while this was unproblematic as I had jolted my chip stack up to a respectful, playable position. But inevitably if you’re not moving forwards then you’re moving backwards in this game. I didn’t want to be card dependent and was looking for spots to at least pick up a few blinds but this was easier said than done against such high quality opponents. US star Andy Bloch was just one character at the table with a decent chip stack to his name and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Of course when I did pick up AA for the one and only time in the day it inevitably clinched me no more than the blinds and antes.
After two hours without a significant hand win I was back in the short-stack ‘push or shove’ position. In the final hand before dinner was scheduled I made my big move. I was sat on the button with A-6o and was desperately hoping to be first in so I could push. Then, annoyingly, the guy to my immediate right beat me to the count and shoved his similarly short stack all-in. My immediate thought was to fold since A-6o is no great calling hand, especially with the blinds still to act. But on considering my spot a little more I was tempted. The all-in had come from possibly the loosest player at the table and although he would still normally play something better than A6 he was also very aware that this was the last hand before a 2-hour dinner break. I had little doubt that he was unprepared to wait around for that long only to nurse a stack even smaller than my own. With that in mind I felt that an ace could well be good against him and if I ran into a better hand in the blinds then that would just be my bad luck. Furthermore, since I had only shown good hands all day there was some chance one of the blinds would throw away a slightly better ace than mine when confronted with two all-ins. I called, the two blinds folded and I was encouraged to see my hand up against K-7o, and thrilled when the best hand held up.
Dinner tasted considerably better after that and on the first hand after the resumption things got even better. My J-J held up again against A-J and I found myself in my best position of the day, albeit still only a medium stack. Sadly, this was to be as good as it got. The cards neglected me once again and it began to look as though I would be limping into Day 2 in a pretty desperate position. I stole the blinds once or twice uncontested but my destiny was to be shaped in the very final minute of the scheduled day’s play. I had already told myself that I would go all-in with any two high cards or even medium suited connectors to give myself a double-up or bust scenario. So imagine my pleasure when I woke up in the big blind with K-K. I got the early seat raise that I hoped for and gave only a brief ‘Hollywood’ pause before pushing my humble stack all-in. I was relieved to see a call from Q-Jo, right up until the flop delivered a Jack and a Queen. The turn and river brought no justice and I was out in cruel fashion, finishing 48th out of 219 runners on the day.
Winning that hand with the heavy favourite would have given me a fighting chance going into Day 2, but it was not meant to be. On balance, and it really is a tough call, it’s better to go out courtesy of a moment of gross bad luck than due to bad play. At least I could console myself with the knowledge that I had held my own against the world’s finest. Maybe next year…
Simon Ballou wirtes for Oddschecker Poker