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I just remembered that the WSOP usually has a photographer shoot pictures of all of the players in their seats in order to sell them later. I didn't remember seeing any camera pointed at me, so I checked the official WSOP site, found my table, and then realized why I never saw the camera. Take a look here. Can you spot me?
You know what the best moment of the day at the WSOP was?
Not much happened at the WSOP HORSE event. I won the first hand of the tournament, and another soon thereafter, but after that it was slim pickin's. There aren't even any particularly interesting hands to report--I had notepaper ready, but wrote none down, because they were all pretty straightforward. I just couldn't catch any major breaks. 960 people entered, and I busted out in approximately 700th place, about six hours into the thing.
Ed Miller, in Card Player magazine column, June 15, 2011 (vol 24, #12), p. 42.
One more story from yesterday's Binion's HORSE tournament.
One hand from yesterday's HORSE tournament is worth describing for you, I think.
If you follow my Twitter feed, you saw about a jillion posts from Binion's yesterday while I played a tournament there. It was event #9 of the 5th Annual Binion's Classic, the $200 HORSE. There were 71 players, 8 spots paid. I finished in 6th for $625.
So Bluff magazine's managing editor earlier today put up an online piece in which, without further comment or explanation, she casually refers to women as "broads." See here.
I'm thinking about entering the HORSE event at the Binion's Classic tomorrow. Hearing this, Cardgrrl, during our nearly-daily Skype video call, suggested that we do a play-money HORSE sit-and-go on PokerStars. Y'know, for, like, good practice. OK!
For the past couple of months I've had a stiff, sore shoulder. It seems to be getting better gradually, but it has required a slow, painful process of frequent exercise and stretching. (If you play poker with me and see me pull on one arm with the other while making unpleasant faces, now you'll know why.)
I played poker for ten years before I discovered folding in 1984. That's when I met Bobby. He had a big belly, a big beard, and a big laugh. Bobby was like Santa Claus, minus the giving. He just kept throwing his hand away, and he didn't seem to mind. Then he would carry the money away, and the players didn't seem to mind.So I started folding more often, to see what would happen.... It was so new, so exciting. I was high from it, like an explorer.... But it didn't stop there. Oh no. Before long I got hooked on the hard stuff, like folding on the river when I had a good hand.Soon I went to Vegas. After a week in the desert, I felt like Charles Darwin must have felt on the Galapagos Islands, having traveled to an isolated land, where he found strange new ecosystems populated by bizarre species. What I discovered on Las Vegas Island was that in the poker ecosystem, at the top of the food chain, sat the folders....I couldn't get over how comfortable the folders were, with all of it, with the folding, with the comments [about their tight play], and they'd just sit there, behind their tall stacks and long smiles, and muck, one more time.I was like, okay, I see how this works now. It's like a club. The folders club. Well, whatever it was, I wanted in.After my first taste of big-time folding, I felt that if I could get really good at it, I could quit my job....By 1990 I was folding enough to support my food and rent habit. This freed up lots of time for more folding....My path became a gentle incline that coaxed me up to a sunny ledge where I stopped, and sat, and I looked around in wonder, for I could see the top of the mountain far away and high above, and I could see the bottom, waiting for me, should I neglect my folding.
When I first saw this, I thought it was a joke. But a check of the Riviera poker room's Facebook page and Twitter feed confirm it:
Starting tomorrow night...and continuing throughout the summer on EVERY Monday night...is MONKEY'S MIDNIGHT MADNESS at the Riviera Poker Room. Ready for the details?
Time of tourney: 12:00 midnight.
Entry Fee: $125. $10 add on gets you $2000...all $10 of those dollars WILL go to the dealers.
Bounty: Whack the Monkey...win $100.
Structure: $12,000 chips (with add on) 15 minute levels. Very few levels left out.
Expected time needed to Win: 4 to 5 hours, max.
Rules: NO RULES! I have arranged to have ZERO rules enforced. Showing cards, talking in the hand, offensive language (within reason)...anything goes.
Prize Payout: A very unique 'Winner Take All' format. However...the players will have the right to chop the money any way they can all agree to.
High Hand Drinking Torture: Every orbit...the person with the highest hand...will be required to pound a red snapper (or shot of their choice). A few excuses will be accepted to avoid this. A membership card in AA. The presence of a glucometer (diabetes) or a table side liver dialysis machine (liver failure) would be good examples.
STRIPPERS: The ladies of Vegas who earn their living slip sliding their way up and down poles and not on the felt, will be afforded a complimentary entry. We already have two confirmed entries, as well as one from a porn star. Yup...Kai Landry and I have gone the full distance to make sure all of you late night, poker drunks have everything to make your experience at Monkey's Drunkfest a night to remember.
Who would make the better poker player--Special Agent Seely Booth, or Dr. Temperance Brennan? Booth: Wily, suspicious, ruthless, and psychologically insightful, but emotionally volatile, easily tilted. Brennan: Wicked smart, cool under pressure, unflappable, analytical, calculating, fearless, but with no insight into others' feelings and motivations, uncomfortable using deception.
Last September when I played at the Luxor, it had suddenly been renamed the Bruce Buffer Poker Room, and his name was all over everything. See the post I wrote about it here. It was still like that the last time I played there, which was in February.
Last July I related my history of doing Sunday New York Times crossword puzzles, and gradually getting better and better at them. I did that post when I had finally achieved a goal I had set for myself years earlier: Completing one of those puzzles perfectly from start to finish, not a single error along the way.
In order to understand the photograph that follows, you'll first need to read (or reread) this post from November, 2009: http://pokergrump.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-probability.html.
Go ahead. I'll wait.
Alec Torelli, in Bluff magazine column, June, 2011, page 96, on what American online poker professionals should do now that the game is mostly gone.
It's Jesse May, on the astonishing incompetence of the Full Tilt Poker PR team.
Just take the case of British Petroleum, as an example. BP faded a six billion dollar lawsuit, the wrath of Greenpeace and the US government, the extinction of half of the planet’s ocean wildlife and one of the largest disasters in the history of the universe. They didn’t wait six weeks to release a statement. They didn’t tell the public that they had no idea how they were going to stop the oil. What they did do, and wait for this one, they did the only sensible thing in the circumstances… They BLUFFED!! How is it possible that a poker company, supposedly endorsed and run by the finest poker minds that have ever been produced, couldn’t run a simple bluff for six weeks while they figured out what the hell they were going to do. It’s not rocket science. Smile a few times in public, pay out a couple of the five dollar accounts, let everybody else know the checks are in the mail, grab a photo op next to the Statue of Liberty, send your sponsored pros out on the talk show circuit, villianize the US attorney and run a freaking two barrel bluff like any poker player who’s only just learned the game and is playing 1-2 Hold’em at the Excalibur. How is it possible that these great minds couldn’t just keep a poker face for six damn weeks? How is it possible that at the first sign of opposition they folded, ran, and tried to see if any casino was still cashing Bellagio chips? It’s only a few indictments and a couple of hundred million dollars in frozen assets. If businesses couldn’t bluff their way out of these spots, there’d be no America in the first place.