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Friday, January 30, 2009
Chasing the Dream
As I stood there on the outside of the velvet rope, the sound of the chips clattering was nothing short of intense. The huge ballroom was filled with poker tables, each one carrying the hopes of men and a few women all with the same goal in mind. The bracelet? The money? Maybe to some that what it’s all about, but for most winning is about the accomplishment of being a WPT champion. Just three little letters next to your name, means "You Did It!"
It was November 11, 2007 and the WPT North American Championships were underway. Not too many people understood why I wanted to make the four hour drive to Niagara Falls, only to WATCH the tournament. For me it was to set a goal for myself, to see with my own eyes what I was missing would give me reason to continue with my dream. So I stood and watched, with the occasional fellow spectator asking if I was playing in the event because they could swear they saw me on T.V. before! I gave the same answer to everyone who asked, "Not yet." Two days later I got in my car to make the long drive home to the country, all the while the same thoughts running through my mind. I have to play in the next North American event, and I have one year to get there.
Like most amateur....ah...I don't like that word. Let’s use “Not-so-pro” poker players, I first became interested in poker when the televised poker craze hit. Soon after started to play online, for play money. It wasn’t long before I saw the huge difference in what I had seen on television and what was happening in the games I played in. I too was using words like "Donkey, Moron etc. all compliments of Phil Helmuth. These people can't be serious! HE HAD NOTHING! Damn the river! It was right then that I ended my "play chip" days and moved on to the big time, $1.00 sit and go tourneys.
I hit the book stores and as expected my first book was the bible of the poker world; Doyle's "Super System." soon to be followed by Neareanu, Hellmuth, Harrington and Greenstein. I kept playing online, but the levels which I could afford to play didn't help much in removing the donkeys. It seemed like there was always someone in every game that was willing to play bad poker, and he always got lucky. There were times when I had spent hours in an online tournament, only to be taken out by an idiot. Times when I was so upset, that I went to bed at 3 am in tears. How could he call my HUGE preflop reraise with 10-7 off suit.... and hit? I didn't know how to escape losing like this. More than 70% of my losses were to the worst hand. If I took my winnings from playing lower level buy ins, and moved up a level I thought I would have better players who wouldn't make those ridiculous calls. It didn’t work out that way; there was always someone else with more money than me who was willing to risk losing it.
I needed to find a way to play in better poker games, with better players. Low buy in games is where I have to play for now. It’s what I am financially able to do. Being stuck in this position makes it very hard to develop in the poker world.
October 12, 2008
Walking into the ballroom this time was different; there were no clattering of the chips. My heart was in my throat, my stomach filled with butterflies. I approached the casino staff who was directing players to their seats. As he reached over to unhook the velvet rope that separated the players from the spectators it hit me. I was on the other side of the rope! I stopped for a second to take a deep breathe to realize, just getting here was an accomplishment. It was one year ago that I stood and watched all the while telling myself that this was where I wanted to be. My eyes filled up with tears, as I crossed the other side of the poker world.
Most bought their seat in the event for $10,300, or played the $1,200 qualifier tournaments which you had to win to advance. I had invested a total of $9.00, which paid for the $3.00 rebuy tournament on Party Poker. ($3.00 buy in, plus initial rebuy, and add on) From then I advanced to the $30 rebuy, which I won, and did so with my initial entry, no rebuys or add on. I played in the $670 tournament where top 3 advanced to the WPT. When people asked how I won my seat, my response was that I didn’t win it, I earned it. Winning is something you do when you “win” the lottery or a raffle draw. To get into the WPT North America I had earned my seat by working for it! The field totalled over 2500 players from around the world. I did it! I placed second, winning a $13,300 prize and was going to the World Poker Tour!
I had decided that I would play Day 1 and Day 2 without family and friends around me. I wanted to be focused on nothing but the tournament during the times I would be playing.
I met up with the Party Poker rep’s Warren and Kristen, along with the other online winners for dinner. Followed by a couple drinks in the newest night club in Niagara, where I had the pleasure of meeting J,C, Tran. Totally down to earth, great guy who seemed to have his very own posse of guys. You know your big time when you have a “posse”!
The night before the second day of play, I met a few other entrants in the tournament. One of them being “Italian Vinny” who was no newcomer to such large events. I am certain I’ve seen him on televised tournaments before. After spending some time with Vinny, he presented me with an incredible offer. After he had shared with me his personal opinion, which was that I was out of my league. He then placed in front of me $8,500 which was the offer to buy my seat. Everything he said to me was the truth. I was only in for $9.00, and that type of profit would be too good to turn up! The odds of me placing in a tournament where there were over 550 entrants of mostly very experienced players, were not good. This type of money could buy my way into other poker tournaments which gave me a much better chance of winning. “You’re a nice girl, and if I were you I would take the money” he said after I told him I needed some time to think about it. I didn’t feel as if I was being “hustled” into selling my seat, or that anything he had said to me wasn’t the absolute truth. Besides, I knew I could get $9,500 for my seat from Vinny or anyone else still buying in!
I turned down his offer. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel about myself if I didn’t try. I don’t know when I will get the chance to play in another WPT event. Most important reason I passed on the money, was this was my dream. No money should take that away from me.
In almost any poker book you will read the same advice over and over again…. “Get a good nights rest.” Are you kidding me? The night before my first day of play I was so anxious, that at 2 am I had to get out of the room. I grabbed my journal and heading for the empty and closed up hotel lounge, where I sat alone writing these thoughts.
The first time you play a big tournament like this, every little thing matters. The first time you ever hear " Shuffle up ad Deal" the first hand, your first big pot. I chose to play day 1C, for two reasons. One was because I heard that this 3was the day which most of the pro players choose to play. I would rather play with good players, to test myself and to avoid the impatient 20 year olds. Secondly, I wanted to go straight from Day 1 to Day 2. Stay focused and on my game.
Day one, was all about survival. My first table was a good one, filled with middle aged business men. So far, no pros. For some reason you wish for the day you get the chance to play with guys like Negreanu, but when you actually get there you pray you’re not at the same table.
I had a few good hands and was making small progress. It wasn't long before Full Tilt Pro – Nick Schulman arrived at our table. I had AQ off suit and he and I were the only 2 in the pot, with a Q on flop I took down the pot. I leaned across the table to tell thank him, telling him it was my first ever hand won or even played with a pro. He laughed, but after that didn’t say much to anyone at the table.
Tables were breaking, and enter Kathy Liebert. HOLY CRAP! Sitting directly to my left was one of, if not the best woman in poker. To my surprise, she was amazingly nice. I have watched Kathy play many times on television, and to tell the truth I admire her very much as a woman. After looking back I wish I had told her this while we sat next to each other, but hey.... I'm sure she knows how many women do!
After our table got broken down I was moved to another, only to be sat 2 seats away from Chau Giang! It was my intentions to be nice to as many guys in the tourney as possible. You know, catch more bees with honey and all. I said my hello's to everyone already sitting and looked at Chau saying " I know you!" I watched you on T.V. last week when you made a lady cry! She went all in with pocket jacks. To which he responded " OH I remember her, she was a nice lady." as he smiled. "Well, I hope you don’t make me cry today." I replied. I wasn’t at this table long, and all of the hands played were that of some type of a war amongst friends it seemed. The same guys battling it out, and I stayed the hell out of their way! This table was one of the end tables, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was too broken down. I didn’t even have a playable hand before I got moved.
My next seat was next to this massive bulldog of a French Canadian guy, Eric Cajelais. This table was a very long stretch of brutal cards. 7-3, 8-4 and so on and so on. All the while the "bulldog" was dominating the table, which made me think "All I need is one good hand to double up." To this point in the tournament the highest pocket pair I had was 10's. It had to come. I folded, and folded, and yes...kept on folding my terrible cards. I thought to myself, "I'm not going out on tilt, especially on day 1."My luck didn’t change and the clock kept ticking. I had sat at this table for the remaining 3 and half hours of the first day, all the while I was lucky to play 3 hands. Before arriving at this brutal seat, I had 43,000 in chips. When the final chip count of day 1 was done and I had 31,000 remaining chips. I tried to look at things in a positive way, thinking at least I made it past the first day. However, all I could think about was how I got stuck in a bad seat next to a super dominant player. I made my way up to my room, feeling pretty tired from not sleeping more than an hour the night before.
After a long day and a good soak in the tub, I logged into the WPT website in my room. Reading through the blogs I saw "Unlucky seat of the day! We feel sorry for the player who gets sat at table 8 seat 6, who would be the 4th player of the 3 Cajelais had crippled." HOLY CRAP! That was my seat! Just then I realized, my patience in folding all the bad hands I had been dealt out made me the only player to survive the "death seat" and in an instant my feelings changed from being beaten and wounded, to that of survival. Bring on Day 2!
I made my way to my seat, and was sat next to Gavin Smith. When I introduced myself to him, I told Gavin how I planned to be Canada’s best female poker player. Not that I wanted to sound better than I really am, but that is my goal. I knew that going into the second day was no longer about survival, but about building my chipstack. I was below average and needed to pick my spot and push. Everything I had ever read in all of the books, was running through my mind. Everyone has different skills, and I believe my greatest skill is being able to put my opponents on a hand.
The first hand of day 2 was dealt, and I looked down at A H, K S. Great start after such a bad run of cards on the first day of the tournament. It was the first hand and I had no clue as to how the others would play. I was second to act with the blinds being 400 and 800, so I min raised to 1600. Gavin folds, the next player folds and in middle position an older gentlemen raises to 4000. Which I thought to be a big raise for the first hand. Immediately I try to put him on a hand, which would be the obvious starting hands; AA, KK, AK,
AQ, QQ or JJ. Everyone else folds to me, and I call the raise. Flop came 9 D, A S, 6 D. I was first to act, so I bet the amount I was raised being 4000. He reraised to 8000.
I’ve got top pair top kicker right? So what can he have? Maybe he was testing his kings, but if I min raised with my ace then bet his reraise wouldn’t he know that I was holding an ace? He wouldn’t play A9 so aggressive, and if he had pocket aces or pocket 9’s he wouldn’t reraise, he would trap me. He has to have AK, AQ or AJ, maybe suited and he’s on the flush draw. I need to call his raise, if a diamond comes on the turn I still have time to get away from the hand. I call his raise, and the turn comes 7 C. No diamond….I have to push. It doesn’t matter whether it the first hand of the day, if you’ve got the goods PUSH! No second guessing myself. I know I’ve got him beat, worst case we chop the pot. “I’m all in!” I bet my 19,000 remaining in chips. He calls me, and turns over A10 of diamonds. I knew he was on the draw.
“No diamond, no diamond”….the dealer turns over the river card…10 S!” My heart fell into the pit of my stomach like a ton of bricks. Just like that, my dream had come to an end. I had him, and I knew it.
To be honest, I felt heartbroken. As many times as I have heard people talk about dealing with the losses, nothing prepared me for the type of hurt I felt inside when it all came to and end. I know that I am too emotional for my own good, not just in poker but in life. I cry, and show my emotions. But that’s who I am, and I cant or won’t change that. I realize that everybody loses in poker at times. The losses are something you learn to take, as you gain experience. For somebody like me, this is more of an opportunity of a lifetime, and I don’t know just when it will happen again.
As I write this article, 3 weeks have passed since the tournament. I have looked back on everything too many times in my mind. I still believe I played my last hand correctly. I didn’t have cards to work with, with my highest pocket pair being 10’s. Considering the circumstances, I am proud of how I did. I don’t regret for a minute, my choice to not the money and play in the tournament. The loss still hurts, until next time I suppose. Overall it was a great experience which led to meeting some wonderful people. I sat right next to Kathy Liebert, made Chau Giang laugh, survived the wrath of Eric Cajelais, had a few drinks with J.C. Tran, chatted with Ali Nejad, got “giddy when Daniel Negreanu asked how I was doing, and introduced myself as the Next Canadian Female Pro Poker player to fellow Canadian; Gavin Smith.
The North American Championships were just the beginning for me. A small taste of what I’m sure is in store for me in the future. In the next few weeks I plan to find a coach, who will help to improve my game by spring. By March of next year I plan to play in my first ever, Ladies WPT Championships. This past summer, I played in this years Ladies Canadian Poker Tour event. I did make final table, placing 6th. It too was my first CPT tournament. Currently, I am playing in the online qualifiers for the CPT Championships in the Dominican Republic. The winner receives a one year contract, worth $100,000.00. Winning this event would make my dreams come true. Escaping the cold Canadian winter for a poker tournament would be the perfect vacation!
I teach my sons that whatever they chose to do with their lives, to make sure it’s something they love. To have a career they look forward to, without regrets. Their futures are the most important thing to me, and my responsibility. My dream is to be Canada’s greatest female poker player. To be able to do what I persuade my boys to do, and turn my dreams into reality.
I would like to thank Warren Lush and Kristen Makin for being such great hosts during the tournament, and now wonderful friends. To my family, thank you for your support, love and understanding.
Written by:
Lynne Bennett
As I stood there on the outside of the velvet rope, the sound of the chips clattering was nothing short of intense. The huge ballroom was filled with poker tables, each one carrying the hopes of men and a few women all with the same goal in mind. The bracelet? The money? Maybe to some that what it’s all about, but for most winning is about the accomplishment of being a WPT champion. Just three little letters next to your name, means "You Did It!"
It was November 11, 2007 and the WPT North American Championships were underway. Not too many people understood why I wanted to make the four hour drive to Niagara Falls, only to WATCH the tournament. For me it was to set a goal for myself, to see with my own eyes what I was missing would give me reason to continue with my dream. So I stood and watched, with the occasional fellow spectator asking if I was playing in the event because they could swear they saw me on T.V. before! I gave the same answer to everyone who asked, "Not yet." Two days later I got in my car to make the long drive home to the country, all the while the same thoughts running through my mind. I have to play in the next North American event, and I have one year to get there.
Like most amateur....ah...I don't like that word. Let’s use “Not-so-pro” poker players, I first became interested in poker when the televised poker craze hit. Soon after started to play online, for play money. It wasn’t long before I saw the huge difference in what I had seen on television and what was happening in the games I played in. I too was using words like "Donkey, Moron etc. all compliments of Phil Helmuth. These people can't be serious! HE HAD NOTHING! Damn the river! It was right then that I ended my "play chip" days and moved on to the big time, $1.00 sit and go tourneys.
I hit the book stores and as expected my first book was the bible of the poker world; Doyle's "Super System." soon to be followed by Neareanu, Hellmuth, Harrington and Greenstein. I kept playing online, but the levels which I could afford to play didn't help much in removing the donkeys. It seemed like there was always someone in every game that was willing to play bad poker, and he always got lucky. There were times when I had spent hours in an online tournament, only to be taken out by an idiot. Times when I was so upset, that I went to bed at 3 am in tears. How could he call my HUGE preflop reraise with 10-7 off suit.... and hit? I didn't know how to escape losing like this. More than 70% of my losses were to the worst hand. If I took my winnings from playing lower level buy ins, and moved up a level I thought I would have better players who wouldn't make those ridiculous calls. It didn’t work out that way; there was always someone else with more money than me who was willing to risk losing it.
I needed to find a way to play in better poker games, with better players. Low buy in games is where I have to play for now. It’s what I am financially able to do. Being stuck in this position makes it very hard to develop in the poker world.
October 12, 2008
Walking into the ballroom this time was different; there were no clattering of the chips. My heart was in my throat, my stomach filled with butterflies. I approached the casino staff who was directing players to their seats. As he reached over to unhook the velvet rope that separated the players from the spectators it hit me. I was on the other side of the rope! I stopped for a second to take a deep breathe to realize, just getting here was an accomplishment. It was one year ago that I stood and watched all the while telling myself that this was where I wanted to be. My eyes filled up with tears, as I crossed the other side of the poker world.
Most bought their seat in the event for $10,300, or played the $1,200 qualifier tournaments which you had to win to advance. I had invested a total of $9.00, which paid for the $3.00 rebuy tournament on Party Poker. ($3.00 buy in, plus initial rebuy, and add on) From then I advanced to the $30 rebuy, which I won, and did so with my initial entry, no rebuys or add on. I played in the $670 tournament where top 3 advanced to the WPT. When people asked how I won my seat, my response was that I didn’t win it, I earned it. Winning is something you do when you “win” the lottery or a raffle draw. To get into the WPT North America I had earned my seat by working for it! The field totalled over 2500 players from around the world. I did it! I placed second, winning a $13,300 prize and was going to the World Poker Tour!
I had decided that I would play Day 1 and Day 2 without family and friends around me. I wanted to be focused on nothing but the tournament during the times I would be playing.
I met up with the Party Poker rep’s Warren and Kristen, along with the other online winners for dinner. Followed by a couple drinks in the newest night club in Niagara, where I had the pleasure of meeting J,C, Tran. Totally down to earth, great guy who seemed to have his very own posse of guys. You know your big time when you have a “posse”!
The night before the second day of play, I met a few other entrants in the tournament. One of them being “Italian Vinny” who was no newcomer to such large events. I am certain I’ve seen him on televised tournaments before. After spending some time with Vinny, he presented me with an incredible offer. After he had shared with me his personal opinion, which was that I was out of my league. He then placed in front of me $8,500 which was the offer to buy my seat. Everything he said to me was the truth. I was only in for $9.00, and that type of profit would be too good to turn up! The odds of me placing in a tournament where there were over 550 entrants of mostly very experienced players, were not good. This type of money could buy my way into other poker tournaments which gave me a much better chance of winning. “You’re a nice girl, and if I were you I would take the money” he said after I told him I needed some time to think about it. I didn’t feel as if I was being “hustled” into selling my seat, or that anything he had said to me wasn’t the absolute truth. Besides, I knew I could get $9,500 for my seat from Vinny or anyone else still buying in!
I turned down his offer. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel about myself if I didn’t try. I don’t know when I will get the chance to play in another WPT event. Most important reason I passed on the money, was this was my dream. No money should take that away from me.
In almost any poker book you will read the same advice over and over again…. “Get a good nights rest.” Are you kidding me? The night before my first day of play I was so anxious, that at 2 am I had to get out of the room. I grabbed my journal and heading for the empty and closed up hotel lounge, where I sat alone writing these thoughts.
The first time you play a big tournament like this, every little thing matters. The first time you ever hear " Shuffle up ad Deal" the first hand, your first big pot. I chose to play day 1C, for two reasons. One was because I heard that this 3was the day which most of the pro players choose to play. I would rather play with good players, to test myself and to avoid the impatient 20 year olds. Secondly, I wanted to go straight from Day 1 to Day 2. Stay focused and on my game.
Day one, was all about survival. My first table was a good one, filled with middle aged business men. So far, no pros. For some reason you wish for the day you get the chance to play with guys like Negreanu, but when you actually get there you pray you’re not at the same table.
I had a few good hands and was making small progress. It wasn't long before Full Tilt Pro – Nick Schulman arrived at our table. I had AQ off suit and he and I were the only 2 in the pot, with a Q on flop I took down the pot. I leaned across the table to tell thank him, telling him it was my first ever hand won or even played with a pro. He laughed, but after that didn’t say much to anyone at the table.
Tables were breaking, and enter Kathy Liebert. HOLY CRAP! Sitting directly to my left was one of, if not the best woman in poker. To my surprise, she was amazingly nice. I have watched Kathy play many times on television, and to tell the truth I admire her very much as a woman. After looking back I wish I had told her this while we sat next to each other, but hey.... I'm sure she knows how many women do!
After our table got broken down I was moved to another, only to be sat 2 seats away from Chau Giang! It was my intentions to be nice to as many guys in the tourney as possible. You know, catch more bees with honey and all. I said my hello's to everyone already sitting and looked at Chau saying " I know you!" I watched you on T.V. last week when you made a lady cry! She went all in with pocket jacks. To which he responded " OH I remember her, she was a nice lady." as he smiled. "Well, I hope you don’t make me cry today." I replied. I wasn’t at this table long, and all of the hands played were that of some type of a war amongst friends it seemed. The same guys battling it out, and I stayed the hell out of their way! This table was one of the end tables, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was too broken down. I didn’t even have a playable hand before I got moved.
My next seat was next to this massive bulldog of a French Canadian guy, Eric Cajelais. This table was a very long stretch of brutal cards. 7-3, 8-4 and so on and so on. All the while the "bulldog" was dominating the table, which made me think "All I need is one good hand to double up." To this point in the tournament the highest pocket pair I had was 10's. It had to come. I folded, and folded, and yes...kept on folding my terrible cards. I thought to myself, "I'm not going out on tilt, especially on day 1."My luck didn’t change and the clock kept ticking. I had sat at this table for the remaining 3 and half hours of the first day, all the while I was lucky to play 3 hands. Before arriving at this brutal seat, I had 43,000 in chips. When the final chip count of day 1 was done and I had 31,000 remaining chips. I tried to look at things in a positive way, thinking at least I made it past the first day. However, all I could think about was how I got stuck in a bad seat next to a super dominant player. I made my way up to my room, feeling pretty tired from not sleeping more than an hour the night before.
After a long day and a good soak in the tub, I logged into the WPT website in my room. Reading through the blogs I saw "Unlucky seat of the day! We feel sorry for the player who gets sat at table 8 seat 6, who would be the 4th player of the 3 Cajelais had crippled." HOLY CRAP! That was my seat! Just then I realized, my patience in folding all the bad hands I had been dealt out made me the only player to survive the "death seat" and in an instant my feelings changed from being beaten and wounded, to that of survival. Bring on Day 2!
I made my way to my seat, and was sat next to Gavin Smith. When I introduced myself to him, I told Gavin how I planned to be Canada’s best female poker player. Not that I wanted to sound better than I really am, but that is my goal. I knew that going into the second day was no longer about survival, but about building my chipstack. I was below average and needed to pick my spot and push. Everything I had ever read in all of the books, was running through my mind. Everyone has different skills, and I believe my greatest skill is being able to put my opponents on a hand.
The first hand of day 2 was dealt, and I looked down at A H, K S. Great start after such a bad run of cards on the first day of the tournament. It was the first hand and I had no clue as to how the others would play. I was second to act with the blinds being 400 and 800, so I min raised to 1600. Gavin folds, the next player folds and in middle position an older gentlemen raises to 4000. Which I thought to be a big raise for the first hand. Immediately I try to put him on a hand, which would be the obvious starting hands; AA, KK, AK,
AQ, QQ or JJ. Everyone else folds to me, and I call the raise. Flop came 9 D, A S, 6 D. I was first to act, so I bet the amount I was raised being 4000. He reraised to 8000.
I’ve got top pair top kicker right? So what can he have? Maybe he was testing his kings, but if I min raised with my ace then bet his reraise wouldn’t he know that I was holding an ace? He wouldn’t play A9 so aggressive, and if he had pocket aces or pocket 9’s he wouldn’t reraise, he would trap me. He has to have AK, AQ or AJ, maybe suited and he’s on the flush draw. I need to call his raise, if a diamond comes on the turn I still have time to get away from the hand. I call his raise, and the turn comes 7 C. No diamond….I have to push. It doesn’t matter whether it the first hand of the day, if you’ve got the goods PUSH! No second guessing myself. I know I’ve got him beat, worst case we chop the pot. “I’m all in!” I bet my 19,000 remaining in chips. He calls me, and turns over A10 of diamonds. I knew he was on the draw.
“No diamond, no diamond”….the dealer turns over the river card…10 S!” My heart fell into the pit of my stomach like a ton of bricks. Just like that, my dream had come to an end. I had him, and I knew it.
To be honest, I felt heartbroken. As many times as I have heard people talk about dealing with the losses, nothing prepared me for the type of hurt I felt inside when it all came to and end. I know that I am too emotional for my own good, not just in poker but in life. I cry, and show my emotions. But that’s who I am, and I cant or won’t change that. I realize that everybody loses in poker at times. The losses are something you learn to take, as you gain experience. For somebody like me, this is more of an opportunity of a lifetime, and I don’t know just when it will happen again.
As I write this article, 3 weeks have passed since the tournament. I have looked back on everything too many times in my mind. I still believe I played my last hand correctly. I didn’t have cards to work with, with my highest pocket pair being 10’s. Considering the circumstances, I am proud of how I did. I don’t regret for a minute, my choice to not the money and play in the tournament. The loss still hurts, until next time I suppose. Overall it was a great experience which led to meeting some wonderful people. I sat right next to Kathy Liebert, made Chau Giang laugh, survived the wrath of Eric Cajelais, had a few drinks with J.C. Tran, chatted with Ali Nejad, got “giddy when Daniel Negreanu asked how I was doing, and introduced myself as the Next Canadian Female Pro Poker player to fellow Canadian; Gavin Smith.
The North American Championships were just the beginning for me. A small taste of what I’m sure is in store for me in the future. In the next few weeks I plan to find a coach, who will help to improve my game by spring. By March of next year I plan to play in my first ever, Ladies WPT Championships. This past summer, I played in this years Ladies Canadian Poker Tour event. I did make final table, placing 6th. It too was my first CPT tournament. Currently, I am playing in the online qualifiers for the CPT Championships in the Dominican Republic. The winner receives a one year contract, worth $100,000.00. Winning this event would make my dreams come true. Escaping the cold Canadian winter for a poker tournament would be the perfect vacation!
I teach my sons that whatever they chose to do with their lives, to make sure it’s something they love. To have a career they look forward to, without regrets. Their futures are the most important thing to me, and my responsibility. My dream is to be Canada’s greatest female poker player. To be able to do what I persuade my boys to do, and turn my dreams into reality.
I would like to thank Warren Lush and Kristen Makin for being such great hosts during the tournament, and now wonderful friends. To my family, thank you for your support, love and understanding.
Written by:
Lynne Bennett
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