I am not referring to Peter Murphy's law, that one shall multiply everything. Rather, the one that says if it can go wrong, it will go wrong. I did $30k online last week. Sh1t one mate. Made about $3k on sports bets, but all in all a disaster of a week.
San Remo has been fairly in bits. Our villa isn't a two bed villa, rather a one room box. Not good when you're trying to fit five lads in. It has rained every day since we arrived and the tourney has been a load of horse piss.
I started well but ended the day with only 13,900. Going back to 500/1k blinds 100 ante so should be in hot soup soon enough. Usually get some nice ice cream to cheer me up when I get KO'd from live tourneys, but on the new diet I am going to go shopping instead. God, I really am a fa***t. Have the 2k event tomorrow, which should be more pain.
Only highlight so far has been tackling and re tackling Johny Lodden. I shook his roots the first time. Made them nice and loose. Next time he came clean out ROOTS AND ALL. On your bike sir.
There was a limp under the gun, and Johnny Lodden raised to 400. John O'Shea called the raise, as did the under-the-gun limper.
The flop came

It was checked to Lodden. He bet 900. O'Shea called and UTG folded.
Turn: 
Lodden bet out 2,225. O'Shea eyed up his stack (Lodden had 4,500 behind) but didn't raise; he flat-called.
River: 
Lodden checked on the river and O'Shea promptly moved all in, covering Lodden. Lodden folded, and is now shortstacked on 4,500.
The flop came down 

. Lodden check-called a bet of 1,200.
The turn was the
. Lodden again checked, allowing O'Shea to bet, this time calling 2,200 to see the fifth street.
The river was the
, pairing the board. Lodden checked, and O'Shea announced that he was all in, having his man slightly covered. Lodden took just a few seconds to consider before sliding his remaining chips, approximately 6,000, into the centre in one neat stack.
O'Shea showed 
, giving him the pot. Lodden spun his cards into the air, and they landed face-down in the muck. Lodden wished everyone luck before making his way to the exit.



I wish I could work Pete Murphy's law on my bank balance.