The Big Dance 29th July 2006
I make my 1st appearance on the WSOP stage Monday and the preparation is going very well at the minute. In fact it’s going so well I feel like David Carradine at the minute - restricted alcohol, plenty of water, early nights and chill chill chill!
So grasshoppers todays quote:
Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks.
- R. H. Blyth
Just a quick update for yesterday and today before I go out and chill in the desert heat. Yesterday I woke up after yet another decent night’s sleep glad that the nightmares weren’t really true and I was still in the main event with chips. However, I felt really shitty and light headed so I thought a good walk would clear my head. I managed to get out of the Bellagio heading towards Caesars Palace when I realised I needed the loo. Needless to say a psychological battle ensued as to by the time I got to the elevators whether I was going to shit myself or not.
That was my day in a nutshell so being a positive person I tried to incorporate it into my WSOP prep and yesterday was (interval training). Every time I felt the need to fart, I sprinted to the privacy of my room and pebble dashed the toilet. Ave HR 165 V02 max 170 kcals burned 458.
Determined to get at least something out of yesterday I booked for the Cirque De Soleil Show at the Bellagio for 7:30pm. I managed an hour by the pool and seemed to pick up a little, however by the time I was at my room I started shaking violently and was absolutely freezing I really thought I needed the doctor but decided to have a hot bath that sorted the shakes out, but not the terrible feeling of sickness. I went to the show feeling terrible and on two occasions went to the restrooms and the valets were asking me if I was ok so I must have looked rough. The show honestly made me forget how bad I felt it was amazing unimaginable organisation and 1st class entertainment (don’t ever visit Vegas without going to a big show).
9:30pm I’m in my room feeling ill again so I ordered room service (white wine and Cheesecake) and watched a movie called flight 93 about the Sept 11 flight where the passengers tried in vain to take control of the plane. So a good night sleep required and praying that I feel ok Saturday, a good night sleep, a feckin good nights sleep pah.
I was nick nacked and had no problem dosing of into the abyss of dreamland when I heard continuous knocking at my door, being in my sleepy state it didn’t register until I looked at my clock and it was 2:30am. I go to the door open it and at first don’t see anyone until I look again and there’s a group of girls shouting “hi, is Kirsty in there with you?” I said no as politely as possible to which they reply “yes she is tell her she needs to come to bed”! I nearly shouted ah fekk off but I bit my tongue and dived back into my pit.
Next thing I can hear my mobile ringing it’s now 3:15am and I look it’s a private number calling. Now usually I switch it off here and put it down to someone phoning from UK not realising the time switch. But because of the earlier incident I answer in case it has something to do with Kirsty the disappearing American girl that needs to go to bed. So I press green and say “hello”, the person responds “oh hello do you have a staffy dog called Toshi?” I reply “yes” and he says “oh it’s just that I have found him in the woods and wondered if he had got out by accident”. Argggghhhhhh “ok, I respond politely I will sort it”, and proceed to get the retrieval of my dog organised.
Back to sleep now and the phone is switched OFF. Now here is the pearl of all pearls and for all you people that think I’m naïve for not knowing this trick then I stick my hand up. Yesterday I switched rooms for one with a better view same style room and coffee is still $7 but I have the water display view now. So I have been disturbed at 2:30 and 3:15am what more could go wrong… 4:20 precisely I wake up to RnB blasting out of my alarm clock and to be honest had to laugh because that one took the biscuit. When I leave I am 100% setting my clock for 3:30am for the next unsuspecting punter.
Today I feel good and proud of my discipline, I have not played any casino games nor any poker which I don’t mind but feel like I need a game now so at 2pm for definite the $1000 + 80 MTT in the Bellagio. Booked myself in for a Royal Shave and a haircut pre MTT and I’m going for it. The lady who shaves me was a Russian called Uba and every time I have a cut-throat shave I wonder about the mentality of the person holding the razor. She said she like Europeans so that was a good start and I relaxed a little while she proceeded to prepare me. In the background CNN was on and over here they have just found a lady who killed her four sons by drowning them in a bath ‘NOT GUILTY’ due to insanity. She had planned to do this ffs just inject her and save a few quid. Anyway, I said to the lady this world is crazy and she says “yes society today has gone mad there are too many mad people about”. Again re-enforcing my comfort with the lady with the razor. She adds “My friend used to say when we were shaving clients, don’t you ever think of cutting your clients throat at all?” Needless to say I gripped the arms of the chair for the rest of the shave...
12pm I went to register for the Bellagio £1000 + 80 2pm and when I got to the desk to register the lady took my money and said it’s alternating now sir. What does that mean? It means that they have enough players and you have to wait whilst people get knocked out before you can take your seat. I ask how many players before I get chance and the answer is 21. They reckon a 30min wait and I reckon what a load of bollocks. The levels are 40mins and the blind structure quite good so by my reckoning about 2hrs of valuable table time and analysis gone. No thanks, back to the pool.
I went into the spa and said look I need a good relaxation treatment can you recommend something I am playing in the WSOP Monday. Tomorrow at 11am I am being wrapped in seaweed followed by a massage then raindrop aromatherapy. So if I bust out of the WSOP on Monday at least I will be chilled out…
P.S Just one sprint today so I think I’m getting better!
So grasshoppers todays quote:
Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks.
- R. H. Blyth
Just a quick update for yesterday and today before I go out and chill in the desert heat. Yesterday I woke up after yet another decent night’s sleep glad that the nightmares weren’t really true and I was still in the main event with chips. However, I felt really shitty and light headed so I thought a good walk would clear my head. I managed to get out of the Bellagio heading towards Caesars Palace when I realised I needed the loo. Needless to say a psychological battle ensued as to by the time I got to the elevators whether I was going to shit myself or not.
That was my day in a nutshell so being a positive person I tried to incorporate it into my WSOP prep and yesterday was (interval training). Every time I felt the need to fart, I sprinted to the privacy of my room and pebble dashed the toilet. Ave HR 165 V02 max 170 kcals burned 458.
Determined to get at least something out of yesterday I booked for the Cirque De Soleil Show at the Bellagio for 7:30pm. I managed an hour by the pool and seemed to pick up a little, however by the time I was at my room I started shaking violently and was absolutely freezing I really thought I needed the doctor but decided to have a hot bath that sorted the shakes out, but not the terrible feeling of sickness. I went to the show feeling terrible and on two occasions went to the restrooms and the valets were asking me if I was ok so I must have looked rough. The show honestly made me forget how bad I felt it was amazing unimaginable organisation and 1st class entertainment (don’t ever visit Vegas without going to a big show).
9:30pm I’m in my room feeling ill again so I ordered room service (white wine and Cheesecake) and watched a movie called flight 93 about the Sept 11 flight where the passengers tried in vain to take control of the plane. So a good night sleep required and praying that I feel ok Saturday, a good night sleep, a feckin good nights sleep pah.
I was nick nacked and had no problem dosing of into the abyss of dreamland when I heard continuous knocking at my door, being in my sleepy state it didn’t register until I looked at my clock and it was 2:30am. I go to the door open it and at first don’t see anyone until I look again and there’s a group of girls shouting “hi, is Kirsty in there with you?” I said no as politely as possible to which they reply “yes she is tell her she needs to come to bed”! I nearly shouted ah fekk off but I bit my tongue and dived back into my pit.
Next thing I can hear my mobile ringing it’s now 3:15am and I look it’s a private number calling. Now usually I switch it off here and put it down to someone phoning from UK not realising the time switch. But because of the earlier incident I answer in case it has something to do with Kirsty the disappearing American girl that needs to go to bed. So I press green and say “hello”, the person responds “oh hello do you have a staffy dog called Toshi?” I reply “yes” and he says “oh it’s just that I have found him in the woods and wondered if he had got out by accident”. Argggghhhhhh “ok, I respond politely I will sort it”, and proceed to get the retrieval of my dog organised.
Back to sleep now and the phone is switched OFF. Now here is the pearl of all pearls and for all you people that think I’m naïve for not knowing this trick then I stick my hand up. Yesterday I switched rooms for one with a better view same style room and coffee is still $7 but I have the water display view now. So I have been disturbed at 2:30 and 3:15am what more could go wrong… 4:20 precisely I wake up to RnB blasting out of my alarm clock and to be honest had to laugh because that one took the biscuit. When I leave I am 100% setting my clock for 3:30am for the next unsuspecting punter.
Today I feel good and proud of my discipline, I have not played any casino games nor any poker which I don’t mind but feel like I need a game now so at 2pm for definite the $1000 + 80 MTT in the Bellagio. Booked myself in for a Royal Shave and a haircut pre MTT and I’m going for it. The lady who shaves me was a Russian called Uba and every time I have a cut-throat shave I wonder about the mentality of the person holding the razor. She said she like Europeans so that was a good start and I relaxed a little while she proceeded to prepare me. In the background CNN was on and over here they have just found a lady who killed her four sons by drowning them in a bath ‘NOT GUILTY’ due to insanity. She had planned to do this ffs just inject her and save a few quid. Anyway, I said to the lady this world is crazy and she says “yes society today has gone mad there are too many mad people about”. Again re-enforcing my comfort with the lady with the razor. She adds “My friend used to say when we were shaving clients, don’t you ever think of cutting your clients throat at all?” Needless to say I gripped the arms of the chair for the rest of the shave...
12pm I went to register for the Bellagio £1000 + 80 2pm and when I got to the desk to register the lady took my money and said it’s alternating now sir. What does that mean? It means that they have enough players and you have to wait whilst people get knocked out before you can take your seat. I ask how many players before I get chance and the answer is 21. They reckon a 30min wait and I reckon what a load of bollocks. The levels are 40mins and the blind structure quite good so by my reckoning about 2hrs of valuable table time and analysis gone. No thanks, back to the pool.
I went into the spa and said look I need a good relaxation treatment can you recommend something I am playing in the WSOP Monday. Tomorrow at 11am I am being wrapped in seaweed followed by a massage then raindrop aromatherapy. So if I bust out of the WSOP on Monday at least I will be chilled out…
P.S Just one sprint today so I think I’m getting better!
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