The Run Up
Three days in and all is well. I played the lively super satellite yesterday, went deep, played well but just couldn’t muster a final push.
We played a few sit and goes in the wee small hours on Tuesday, £100 in and I found myself with a big chip lead heads-up. Dubai was bored though and bought the short stack for £400, went all-in blind on consecutive hands, I of course obliged; what on earth was I thinking, you can guess the rest.
A lot more players have turned up since we arrived and any doubts about various guarantees getting met can hopefully be forgotten.
I’ve been pretty lazy, not rising until lunch is almost over but I did manage an early-ish night tonight and will be rewarded with a beautiful pre-breakfast dip in the warm sea tomorrow morning.
Tan-wise, the arms and face are coming along nicely but any notions of a bronzed tummy, chest and legs are futile; it pains me to report that they will be, forever pale.
The tournament starts at one, great structure, good line-up, good overlay, lets try not to muck it up.