Gambler´s Diary

  Jamming   the story of grandma, losing and having a stick up your ass. Material things won’t give you

Muling and Heads up for Rollz   I wake up and the world is not all right. The anxieties with

Cobb salad    I cannot sleep. It has been a week since I arrived in Vegas and my inner clock

  Prelude   “There’s hurricane season in Cancun and it seems that it’s going to rain every day, I vote that

Sometime in April Murphy’s law states that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. My year so far has

God damn, there’s no games. I thought and hopped on to a sofa. I already led the plo200 leaderboard but

It’s a scary sentence even in the best of times, luckily, this time, I’m only referring to my writings. But

Something Twitchy this way comes When Beasts of Poker asked me to twitch some of my online action, I was hesitant. Believe

Last day in Cannes. A big group of Finnish poker professionals are sitting at an hotel bar. The weather is

“At some point you are going to run worse than you ever thought possible” – Said someone who I’m too

On AirAsian flight from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur. The luggage was dropping from the overhead cabins when I woke up

“FUUUCK” Joni screamed. I was pushed on the other side of my seat as we just missed oncoming traffic. “Hey!

I played the 2017 Aussie Millions main event for three long days. On the third day Judas did not rise

Zac I’m trying to sleep. Sleep rarely comes easy to me. As soon as I shut my eyes my brain

“Why don’t you write something positive? “, she asked. I looked at her. “What do you mean?” “Well, people will

Third day of high-volume grind and I’m starting to feel a bit sleep deprived. Four to five hours of sleep

Last week, in Tallinn. I arrive happily to Tallinn’s Hilton Hotel Casino, partly because we have agreed to play some

We’re playing a 10k tournament at Aviation Club, Paris. “I’m all-in” the Frenchman said. “How much is it?” my friend,

Sorry for being late. I’ve been really busy with grinding partypokers fast-forward player pools lately (also managed my time like

At 6pm the next day we’re sitting at the lobby bar of Marriott hotel, Mr.Parkkinen has not called us back

”Man, we have to go”, Mr.J said. “Really? Do we now? “, I replied. “Yeah! See, first we do the

I’m lying on a sofa. Dead. The year is 2014 and our poker group is in Barcelona for the annual

Waiter brought the plate with some bread. With very broken English he said: “You dip la pan with dis”, smiled

“Please remove your laptop and place it on a separate bin”, security officer stated to me in monotone. There was

I open my door exhausted. SCOOP’s are finally over. A 16-day poker madness that had nearly cost me my mental

“Could you tell me your mother’s maiden name, your address and your date of birth?”, said the lady on the

This blog is about my poker journey as far as I recall it (and I can guarantee, that I don’t