Playing the PartyPoker Big Game

I’ve been on a runner that only The G could make and survive. I played poker with Mike Sexton on the streets of Vienna – and loved the hell out of it. But since I’m me and the rest of the world is ‘them’ it’s possible ‘them’ loved seeing me in the poker game more than I loved being in it. You figure it out!

When I won Group A, Heat 2, I busted Erik Seidel to do it. He is a Seiborg. I welcome him to the living dead:

I made the final table of the Premier League and picked up some big hands but could never get paid off or find action until I hit the hand with K-K that sent most of my chips to Patrik Antonius. I raised to 30,000 and got called by Ad-4d out of the BB. The flop should have sent alarms firing off every milisecond in my brain when it came A-A-4. Antonius and I checked the turn, he checked the river and I bet. He check raised and I called. I wasn’t happy. I’m sure I called because there was a donkey on the table and it removed everything else that would have saved me – all my other animals that had been with me during my table time. My animal instincts were done!

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I wasn’t happy!

Vodka and Red Bull became my new best friend. I didn’t want a break; I wanted to pay the staff to keep the game running. The Blinds were 15,000-30,000 and I was firing and rehiring my PA and the Panda about every half a minute! Damn the Panda! They used to be lucky for me when we played Twister.

I shoved my last 192,000 into the middle with the Ac-Kc and that hand got ran over by Dan Cates’ Ad-Qd.

I was out, steaming and looking for more Red Bull laced with Vodka, tweeting “you know you are done when the bunny’s got the gun – all pandas and pa’s need to be fired – lets get patrik.”

I went out to the streets to look for a Seiborg on a bike! He wasn’t to be found. But that is all history now. Congratulations to Scott Seiver for winning the Premier League.

Today I’m playing The Big Game. It’s broadcasting live, come and join in the fun.