28 WINS – 21 LOSSES – 0 PUSHES —– (+ 14.8 units / 1 unit = $100)
STARTING BANKROLL: $10,000.
CURRENT BANKROLL: $11,480.
BEST BETS OF THE WEEK: 2-1-0
Very solid results last week going 7-3 with the posted plays…..but should have made considerably more profit…..poor money management on what should have been a huge core. I’ll still take a 60 percent winning percentage and a +14 percent gain of bankroll, any month.
Tougher card that normal, this week. Going light with just four plays. Wagering $1,750 this week.
Note: All wagers are for amusement-purposes only. I bear no responsibility for those who may decide to follow my plays.
The following interview was conducted on September 30, 2012, in front of the Hotel La Majestic Barriere in Cannes, France. Swedish writer and journalist Rikard Aberg is one of the game’s most inquisitive interviewers, as can be seen in this exchange.
I like Aberg’s style which is largely conversational. He asks about several subjects — including health and fitness, goals and aspirations, Stu Ungar, and of course — the future of WSOP Europe.
These videos — of myself, Jennifer Tilly, Phil Hellmuth, Steve Dannenman, Brandon Cantu, and others are posted at a Swedish-language site. They will also be available at PokerTube shortly.
This marks my sixth straight year at World Series of Poker Europe.
Our first four years took place in London, England. Last year, we moved to the south of France to the resort city of Cannes, located on the fabulous French Riviera — which makes this the second occasion WSOP Europe has taken place in France. All events take place at the Hotel La Majestic Barriere, which also plays host to many events surrounding the Cannes Film Festival.
Here are a few short video clips of the poker action, courtesy of CalvinAyre.com:
The photo above shows the king-sized bed in my hotel room, in Cannes, France.
Here’s a closer look:
I know what you’re thinking. You’re horrified. You find me repulsive.
Well, it’s not what you think.
There’s a story here, and if you’ve read this far, you’re going to hear every sleazy detail.
I got out of bed this morning at 9 am sharp. As I was getting dressed, I looked back at the bed and saw this appalling sight.
Imagine the horror.
But the odor wasn’t quite what I expected. In fact, the odor was quite pleasant.
Has your revulsion meter hit overdrive yet? I’ll pause a moment and give you a chance to run to the bathroom and vomit.
I had smelled this familiar odor before. Many times. And, it wasn’t just coming from the sheets. I looked down. It was also all over my body, especially my backside. I was covered in brown.
What was this odd brown substance?
You guessed it.
Chocolate.
Reminiscent to the famous scene in The Godfather where the evil movie producer wakes up with what appears to be a bloody nose, only to find his prize mare’s head splattered all over his silk sheets, my worst possible fears turned out to be little more than a mangled and molested confectionary treat.
But now, there’s an even bigger mystery. I don’t remember eating chocolate in bed last night. So, how did it get there?
The only logical explanation seems to be that the maid somehow left some chocolates on the bed when she cleaned my room the previous day. Was she munching on a candy bar? Did she set the chocolate down and then forget about it? Or, were there chocolates on the pillow as some fancy hotels do — and did I stumble in at 3 am last night, rumble under the sheets, and proceed to pulverize a couple of pieces of chocolate candy?
I don’t know.
What I do know, however, is that with no help from the useless “shower” in my bathroom, it took me ten minutes to wash the chocolate out of my ass.
Americans aren’t going to like what I’m about to say. But the French do a lot of things much better than we do.
The French are better at cooking. They make more time to celebrate life. Their culture exudes extraordinary art and architecture. Even their dogs have it much better than their American counterparts — as canines are taken everywhere including airports, restaurants, and even fancy hotels.
