Money Never Sleeps

“So…what’s in it for moi?”

Ah - Wall Street 2 is finally here, 23 years after the first film. I’m sure the sequel won’t be a patch on the original, but I should be able to see it either on the plane to Vegas or in the hotel, and I can’t help looking forward to it. No James Spader this time though, whose character Roger Barnes uttered the great quote above.

Anyway - it was the WSOP league night last night and I turned in my usual abject/unlucky performance. This edition’s demise featured Andreas shoving for 6k at the 300-600 level on the button with A6. I snapped him off with TT in the small blind and an Ace barrelled onto the flop to leave me 3 BBs and I departed soon after. I just never run good in these damn tournaments - the curse of the organiser I suppose.

The next blog will be from Vegas - I leave on Tuesday and will be there for 9 days or so. Hopefully the change in time zones and scene will bring a change in fortune.

The cash game was another disaster - I don’t want to turn this into a bad beat list but I ran like an absolute dog.

As Gekko would say “If Jimbo owned a funeral parlour, nobody would die”.