My first experience of a major tournament like this, and it didn't go too badly (although it was harder for Michelle watching than it was for me playing, especially when I pushed all-in, but more about that later).
Play was scheduled to start at 2pm, and this was preceeded by a mad scramble of players trying to see the table they had been drawn. I was drawn on Table 13, a table (like most of them here) full of professional players, the ones I knew I'd seen play on TV.
Here was the lineup on Table 13:
- Clint Brotherton
- Frode Fagerli
- Martin Cedercrantz
- Daniel Phillips
- John Persson
- Christian Togsverd
- Christian Grundtvig
- Emile Petit
- Tuncay Ozel
- Uffe Holm
Soon after 2pm, it got underway, and I was hoping for a decent hand early on to settle me in and relax me a bit. Didn't have to wait long, as the second hand I was dealt was 
. I raised, and got one caller in the Big Blind.
The flop was an interesting one: 


I thought I was almost certainly ahead, and checked the flop, which he then bet into and I raised him and he folded quickly.
That made me feel relaxed, and I settled back during the early stages and tried to work out how everyone else at the table had come to play.
I didn't have to wait long. The Scandanavians are mad! Hardly any pots weren't raised pre-flop, often by a player in early position. Raises and re-raises were the order of the day - and often with not a great deal in terms of starting hands. This wasn't going to be a game for the weak-hearted. (more…)