Earlier, I was in the RER, it was about to leave, and a guy broke into the train, shortness of breath, he sprinted to arrive on time. Here, the signal sounded, and when the deal closes, the guy sees his buddy behind the glass, also ran, but not so fast. So the guy does what he believes was the best thing to do in this situation: he reaches out his hand at the last minute to block the closing of the door. I dunno, it was imagined that the door would open, but no. There was nothing happening. His hand remained stupidly stuck in the door. He remained there without moving for three, four seconds, then finally admitted defeat. He waved to his friend embarrassed by using his free hand and pulled the other with a snap. The doors closed for good, and the train started.
Inevitably, his knuckles were morflé, friction of the skin so fragile at this point very hard on rubber, it does not forgive. Great moment of loneliness for the guy: he seems a bit stupid, and it hurts, supported under the collective gaze of other passengers. Drops of blood form the joints, and start running over the fingers and the back of his hand before falling on the floor of the train, plic, plop. And it stays there, stoic, staring into space, his head almost pressed against the glass, and his blood flowing. Like all other passengers, I want to tell him he should still be fucking remained to risk breaking a finger or worse to be able to return his friend in the train when the next train is already there by train waiting on the platform to hand, he leaves in three minutes, and then it comes to him not to mind it makes the whole train wait for the benefit of a person, maybe people will miss their match because of him, and banging one hour wait on a bench, no, it passes it over his head, of course. I want to say this, but I said nothing, instead I pulled out a packet of Kleenex in my pocket and I told him tense one, and he wrapped around his finger It seemed to be suffering badly now, so there was nothing to say, really.
***** It was a long time since I had not agenda was also quiet side trips. Two tournaments in two months (plus a bonus, the first stage of France Poker Tour 2011 in Paris, two small fast days, a trifle in the joy and good humor). An ideal rate, in my opinion. We should never do more at risk of losing the taste. The pace "ox" is not good for inspiration. So that when I get to a tournament after three weeks of "rest", I have fangs, I'm pumped.
These two big tournaments were played in France. Deauville first, and EFA. The EFOP then, and World Poker Tour stage, played at Aviation Club de France. Two distinct events.
one hand, Deauville, more than 800 players, the big well-oiled machine PokerStars, a huge hall, all that France has to pros, from star players and / or sponsored, amateurs full of hopes , the qualified Internet everywhere, all the teams come down, it's war "coverage" and marketing, the press room is full to bursting, are denied accreditation, the excitement is in order - go Dad! - Young hopefuls stand out, future micro-celebrities of poker being created before our eyes is a big mess foutraque, inordinate.
On the other hand, EFOP. Calmer, we are in the cozy rooms of the Aviation Club de France, there are many fewer players, inevitably, the organizers' ambitions are more modest, there is less space, less skilled players on the Internet is more difficult to attract people pay 5,000 euros for the second time in a week is not a luxury that many players can afford. Fewer tables, so tables but better quality: Paris for European players facing the most dangerous time.
I like both. I love the excitement of the great special rendezvous style Deauville, where the circus continues outside the table, and gossip abound from the bar to the hotel room most remote, there are plenty of stories to tell and then I also like the intimate gatherings of players with deep pockets on the Champs-Elysees. Two diametrically opposed atmospheres. Regarding the job, I still prefer the smaller tournaments. The work that makes is better. It is virtually impossible to account for the "scenario" of a tournament is 800 players when only two to cover it. There are too many people. One sees chip-leaders to form, but are quickly forgotten, they lack many things, it was not time, full Celebrity us spend our nose, we can not say everything, we do not say much even, because we do not see much. A tournament of 200 players, however, it is possible to properly cover it. All players are gathered in one room, a small room. You can keep an eye on most of the favorites, without fail to observe the unknown players, who will perhaps be talking about them. The computer is not far, one can observe a significant blow, typing speed, and back into the room without having missed anything important. At the end of each day, it's easy to take stock, because the list of players is not very long: we see immediately that fell which was maintained, which has disappeared, and so on. The story tells the reader that is more comprehensive, less fragmented, more interesting, and when the final table arrived, we know roughly how it all came here. In short, regarding a report about a poker tournament, the quality increases when the quantity decreases.
EPT Deauville
Day 1A - Day 1B - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Final
France Poker Tour Paris
Day 1 - Day 2
WPT - Euro Finals of Poker
Day 1A - Day 1B - Day 2 - Day 3 and 4 - Final
*****
Otherwise, not much more to say about these tournaments what has been already published on site. In Deauville, I got sick, it happens rarely, but my body does not do things by halves: a combination of flu, die, sore throat and toothache, I missed two whole days I Past bedridden, lying in a pool of sweat. I am quickly recovered, I had no choice.
In Paris, we attended three ceremonies price discounts poker. The exercise is in fashion. I've given myself one price: that of "poker personality of the Year" by the jury of the European Poker Awards, I returned to Tony G, I like it, but I ' would have preferred to give it to Jesse May, one of my only real hero in this environment. And as the workday was not too long, I had time to do some taf 'freelance. I recorded two interviews in the salons of the ACF, one or both should be forthcoming in 52, it will change you copy and paste my blog.
importantly, these two weeks were an opportunity to really launch a new project I had in mind for a long time: a blog called several " The Roofing have the Word . Something unpretentious, really, a little distraction to pass the time, try a different form of expression in writing, nothing more than a little fun with friends, Harper Kinshu, Steven, and Jools Maanu, my "Band of Brothers" of French poker media. The idea came to power to tell us shit about tournaments about every story you hear around the tables, and two beers after work, why not to benefit everyone?
The goal was not to bother with a new blog and new articles to write and endless pontifications. No, there were simpler, more straightforward: an audio recorder, with which we just need five minutes to put together on the spur of the moment band, speed, talking over each other with the least preparation possible. After it remains only to upload the file not mounted, attach a short speech to background, and voila. In short, a "podcast" as Pauly and Dan have been doing for two and half years with Tao of Pokerati, I was not very far for inspiration. In three
testing has already recorded twenty episodes. We talk - a little - by raising the poker table tournament days they laugh - a lot - the players, we actually talk about some of the microphone (as the winner of the EPT Deauville three minutes after his victory). It's funny to tell crap into a microphone. Yeah, funny is the word, especially when we find ourselves in the midst of a micro event, such as awards ceremonies aroused: I rarely laughed as much in commenting live.
short, I do not know where it will go this new gadget, and who cares. Maybe we will stay in audio recordings, maybe we will start to write. We'll see. The purpose is mainly to laugh, and if it makes others laugh is good, if not too bad, at least it will be our memories for us when we're old.
***** The other day I wrote that it was funny to be considered a journalist "poker" when in fact I very rarely write articles on the real poker. The upper echelons of the Winamax have read me, they told me to me and Harper load the " News" forum Wam-Poker position left vacant after the departure of Aymeric (good luck to you!)
So here I am busy for two weeks to write every day two or three news articles, topics are free, we choose the topics which we want talking. It feels good, that stretch my legs stiff in the "coverage", repetitive exercise in the long run.
Some examples:
The European Poker Awards Fashion
tournaments deepstack lowcost
The Los Angeles Poker Classic
The 2011 WSOP schedule
The new poker league Annie Duke
The EPT final moved to Madrid
New rules for the media at the WSOP 2011
is a difficult art, the "news". I tend to always be too long. Unable to keep it short. But I want to avoid as much as possible to copy the stupid press releases that we receive, or articles published by other sites. The goal is to put its paw on the news, take a step back, to give its opinion, and too bad for objectivity, a concept overrated anyway. If it is to write the same thing the other, why bother?
*****
Probably I'll talk less about this poker blog since I now have two new media at my disposal to do so. That said, I still have lots of themes here, articles that I am stuck in your head, not written because they can devote their time they deserve. Bulk:
- The era of sponsorship is (already) gone
- The pro circut lost my magic (Article "old fart" success guaranteed)
- Who is the best poker player in the world? (The goal is not to answer the question (silly) but to discuss the rankings of the genus Hendon Mob LivePoker, CardPlayer, etc.)
And I also write quite a project ambitious will take me quite some time, that's why I can not put myself right away, I say no more but if I get there it should be fun. There I until March 31 to - finally! - Complete the French version of Lost Vegas , I feel I will not sleep much during the next four weeks.
*****
It's my buddy Jerome that we owe the good word most delicious of these first two months of 2011. It was in Deauville, auu Brok Café, and despite the name of the bay, there was no poker players, no, they are confined to the O2 or Régine in the casino. It was with his girlfriend and his partner, there were already lots of empty glasses on the table, cocktails, beers. The waitress showed up and asked: "You want me to remove a little? . And then Jerome, imperturbable smile, to tempo: "We removed everything that is negative, and we keep that love. "
She left with the glasses, and that was good.
Inevitably, his knuckles were morflé, friction of the skin so fragile at this point very hard on rubber, it does not forgive. Great moment of loneliness for the guy: he seems a bit stupid, and it hurts, supported under the collective gaze of other passengers. Drops of blood form the joints, and start running over the fingers and the back of his hand before falling on the floor of the train, plic, plop. And it stays there, stoic, staring into space, his head almost pressed against the glass, and his blood flowing. Like all other passengers, I want to tell him he should still be fucking remained to risk breaking a finger or worse to be able to return his friend in the train when the next train is already there by train waiting on the platform to hand, he leaves in three minutes, and then it comes to him not to mind it makes the whole train wait for the benefit of a person, maybe people will miss their match because of him, and banging one hour wait on a bench, no, it passes it over his head, of course. I want to say this, but I said nothing, instead I pulled out a packet of Kleenex in my pocket and I told him tense one, and he wrapped around his finger It seemed to be suffering badly now, so there was nothing to say, really.
***** It was a long time since I had not agenda was also quiet side trips. Two tournaments in two months (plus a bonus, the first stage of France Poker Tour 2011 in Paris, two small fast days, a trifle in the joy and good humor). An ideal rate, in my opinion. We should never do more at risk of losing the taste. The pace "ox" is not good for inspiration. So that when I get to a tournament after three weeks of "rest", I have fangs, I'm pumped.
These two big tournaments were played in France. Deauville first, and EFA. The EFOP then, and World Poker Tour stage, played at Aviation Club de France. Two distinct events.
one hand, Deauville, more than 800 players, the big well-oiled machine PokerStars, a huge hall, all that France has to pros, from star players and / or sponsored, amateurs full of hopes , the qualified Internet everywhere, all the teams come down, it's war "coverage" and marketing, the press room is full to bursting, are denied accreditation, the excitement is in order - go Dad! - Young hopefuls stand out, future micro-celebrities of poker being created before our eyes is a big mess foutraque, inordinate.
On the other hand, EFOP. Calmer, we are in the cozy rooms of the Aviation Club de France, there are many fewer players, inevitably, the organizers' ambitions are more modest, there is less space, less skilled players on the Internet is more difficult to attract people pay 5,000 euros for the second time in a week is not a luxury that many players can afford. Fewer tables, so tables but better quality: Paris for European players facing the most dangerous time.
I like both. I love the excitement of the great special rendezvous style Deauville, where the circus continues outside the table, and gossip abound from the bar to the hotel room most remote, there are plenty of stories to tell and then I also like the intimate gatherings of players with deep pockets on the Champs-Elysees. Two diametrically opposed atmospheres. Regarding the job, I still prefer the smaller tournaments. The work that makes is better. It is virtually impossible to account for the "scenario" of a tournament is 800 players when only two to cover it. There are too many people. One sees chip-leaders to form, but are quickly forgotten, they lack many things, it was not time, full Celebrity us spend our nose, we can not say everything, we do not say much even, because we do not see much. A tournament of 200 players, however, it is possible to properly cover it. All players are gathered in one room, a small room. You can keep an eye on most of the favorites, without fail to observe the unknown players, who will perhaps be talking about them. The computer is not far, one can observe a significant blow, typing speed, and back into the room without having missed anything important. At the end of each day, it's easy to take stock, because the list of players is not very long: we see immediately that fell which was maintained, which has disappeared, and so on. The story tells the reader that is more comprehensive, less fragmented, more interesting, and when the final table arrived, we know roughly how it all came here. In short, regarding a report about a poker tournament, the quality increases when the quantity decreases.
EPT Deauville
Day 1A - Day 1B - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Final
France Poker Tour Paris
Day 1 - Day 2
WPT - Euro Finals of Poker
Day 1A - Day 1B - Day 2 - Day 3 and 4 - Final
*****
Otherwise, not much more to say about these tournaments what has been already published on site. In Deauville, I got sick, it happens rarely, but my body does not do things by halves: a combination of flu, die, sore throat and toothache, I missed two whole days I Past bedridden, lying in a pool of sweat. I am quickly recovered, I had no choice.
In Paris, we attended three ceremonies price discounts poker. The exercise is in fashion. I've given myself one price: that of "poker personality of the Year" by the jury of the European Poker Awards, I returned to Tony G, I like it, but I ' would have preferred to give it to Jesse May, one of my only real hero in this environment. And as the workday was not too long, I had time to do some taf 'freelance. I recorded two interviews in the salons of the ACF, one or both should be forthcoming in 52, it will change you copy and paste my blog.
importantly, these two weeks were an opportunity to really launch a new project I had in mind for a long time: a blog called several " The Roofing have the Word . Something unpretentious, really, a little distraction to pass the time, try a different form of expression in writing, nothing more than a little fun with friends, Harper Kinshu, Steven, and Jools Maanu, my "Band of Brothers" of French poker media. The idea came to power to tell us shit about tournaments about every story you hear around the tables, and two beers after work, why not to benefit everyone?
The goal was not to bother with a new blog and new articles to write and endless pontifications. No, there were simpler, more straightforward: an audio recorder, with which we just need five minutes to put together on the spur of the moment band, speed, talking over each other with the least preparation possible. After it remains only to upload the file not mounted, attach a short speech to background, and voila. In short, a "podcast" as Pauly and Dan have been doing for two and half years with Tao of Pokerati, I was not very far for inspiration. In three
testing has already recorded twenty episodes. We talk - a little - by raising the poker table tournament days they laugh - a lot - the players, we actually talk about some of the microphone (as the winner of the EPT Deauville three minutes after his victory). It's funny to tell crap into a microphone. Yeah, funny is the word, especially when we find ourselves in the midst of a micro event, such as awards ceremonies aroused: I rarely laughed as much in commenting live.
short, I do not know where it will go this new gadget, and who cares. Maybe we will stay in audio recordings, maybe we will start to write. We'll see. The purpose is mainly to laugh, and if it makes others laugh is good, if not too bad, at least it will be our memories for us when we're old.
***** The other day I wrote that it was funny to be considered a journalist "poker" when in fact I very rarely write articles on the real poker. The upper echelons of the Winamax have read me, they told me to me and Harper load the " News" forum Wam-Poker position left vacant after the departure of Aymeric (good luck to you!)
So here I am busy for two weeks to write every day two or three news articles, topics are free, we choose the topics which we want talking. It feels good, that stretch my legs stiff in the "coverage", repetitive exercise in the long run.
Some examples:
The European Poker Awards Fashion
tournaments deepstack lowcost
The Los Angeles Poker Classic
The 2011 WSOP schedule
The new poker league Annie Duke
The EPT final moved to Madrid
New rules for the media at the WSOP 2011
is a difficult art, the "news". I tend to always be too long. Unable to keep it short. But I want to avoid as much as possible to copy the stupid press releases that we receive, or articles published by other sites. The goal is to put its paw on the news, take a step back, to give its opinion, and too bad for objectivity, a concept overrated anyway. If it is to write the same thing the other, why bother?
*****
Probably I'll talk less about this poker blog since I now have two new media at my disposal to do so. That said, I still have lots of themes here, articles that I am stuck in your head, not written because they can devote their time they deserve. Bulk:
- The era of sponsorship is (already) gone
- The pro circut lost my magic (Article "old fart" success guaranteed)
- Who is the best poker player in the world? (The goal is not to answer the question (silly) but to discuss the rankings of the genus Hendon Mob LivePoker, CardPlayer, etc.)
And I also write quite a project ambitious will take me quite some time, that's why I can not put myself right away, I say no more but if I get there it should be fun. There I until March 31 to - finally! - Complete the French version of Lost Vegas , I feel I will not sleep much during the next four weeks.
*****
It's my buddy Jerome that we owe the good word most delicious of these first two months of 2011. It was in Deauville, auu Brok Café, and despite the name of the bay, there was no poker players, no, they are confined to the O2 or Régine in the casino. It was with his girlfriend and his partner, there were already lots of empty glasses on the table, cocktails, beers. The waitress showed up and asked: "You want me to remove a little? . And then Jerome, imperturbable smile, to tempo: "We removed everything that is negative, and we keep that love. "
She left with the glasses, and that was good.
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