March 26, 2015
6 minutes
I had a crazy, epic Day 3 of the European Poker Tour in Malta,
but unfortunately ended up busting in 65th place.
It’s moments like these that one wonders why they bother with tournaments. Winning seems so impossible, so out of your control.
Even when hit with a lightening bolt of good fortune as I was – shoving with J8ss on a bluff into KK, and getting there – I still came up short.
