Event 8 became one of the most thrilling evenings of our series. All the required elements for an epic poker movie were there: horrifying weather conditions, an unpredictable  line-up, heroic winners, a magnificent soundtrack by Jethro Tull and… a bad ending. The tension in the top of the rankings grew a little, but for me it was another losing session…

With a starting line-up consisting of the hosting Aces, Quattro Cane-Iz, Iranian Dutchman, Pseudo Pro and the Fat Kid, the guys played an already classic first hour: the Fat Kid took his traditional first hour chiplead with the Iranian Dutchman and the Pseudo Pro donking half their stack away. It must be said, the guy flopped top pair every time this night. -event notes say:’Fabster enters the game and makes sexual remark’- The biggest pot he won however was the result of flopping the absolute nuts (tens full) against the Pseudo Pro. The dynamic of the game anyhow changed for the first time when suddenly Uncle Fil entered the gigantic kitchen, out of the blue but packed with food, sloefkes and loads of mental bluffs.

While I was still waiting for myself, it appeared however that the Fat Kid remained completely undisturbed under these sinister circumstances. He even won another big pot against the Pseudo Pro by spiking the flushnuts on the river against a flopped two pair. The game really became a mine field for the Pseudo Pro  in this stage, as he was smoothly taken up the ass again in the next hand, when Fabster rivered a full house with A4 on a AAxx4 board against his AQ. This is when I finally reached Stalingrad myself, making an heroic entrance on the musical notes of ‘Thick As A Brick’, the best song of all time. And why wait for a smoke break if you can have one right away?

I just sat down to play a couple of hands when this sick game took another turn as the doorbell rang again. A few seconds later the table was stunned once more: there was Grinder, coming right from the Golden Circle where he dodged a babysit. This was the final blow for me: not only was there suddenly an aggressive player right in front of me, but also the Toilet Per Person rate in the room dropped to 1/9 at that point. Like that wasn’t already enough, Grinder immediately started a second round of collectively ridiculizing me by making compliments at my ‘epic  haircut’. His other neighbour (Aces) also suffered from his presence, as he headed towards a first losing session.

But except for Fabster, who collected some important points for the second place battle, there was only one big winner in Event 8: Fat Kid. This time he stayed focused like a chess-player, remained calm if somebody asked im if he had a full house after a final bet on the river (“Neje.”) and didn’t hesitate to fire river bets the size of 500 big blinds. He revealed his secret after the game as he confessed that he had eentje kroemgetrokke earlier that week. Curious when that starts to work for me, as I’m experiencing  a negative correlation on that matter.

As I forgot to take pictures this night, I will present an extra brand new BiscottiPoker feature this week: BiscottiPoker Classics. We’ll kick off with an historic moment from Quattro Cane-Iz, as I thank him for contributing the smooth graph to the leaderboard.

BiscottiPoker Classics: Cane-Iz shows the table the first straight flush of our homegame during the hot spring of 1984.

Leaderboard (total points+latest result):

1. Aces  266 (-34)

2. Quattro Cane-Iz 87 (-28)

3. Pseudo Pro   81 (+15)

4. Fabster   52 (+30)

5. Iranian Dutchman   19 (+9)

6. Gust9999   14 (-4)

7. Uncle Fil   -69 (-56)

8. Fat Kid   -72 (+103)

9. Miyagi   -160

10. Biscotti   -259 (-35)