I?m still running around the clock with the WPT main event being held this week; but, I put off my tourney report long enough. I want to write it up before I forget the details.
It started with an e-mail from Pauly asking about a private table for a few bloggers hitting Vegas in December. I immediately thought of fellow blogger and poker room manager, Dick, and within a couple of days the private table had turned into a tournament. With a few more e-mails and planning the tournament turned into an all day affair. Things really went into full swing for me the Thursday before the tourney; when, while covering the WPT events I asked a couple of the pros if they would like to join in the fun. Charlie Shoten was already on the list and Max Pescatori decided to join in to find out what the bloggers were like. Well, while chatting with Marcel Luske, Charlie joined us and asked Marcel if he?d like to come. Marcel, being the ultimate good-spirited gentleman, decided on the spot to come as well. This brings me to the most memorable quote of the past few days when Devilfish joined in the conversation:
Marcel: ?I?m going to a poker tournament event where Charlie will be speaking would you like to come??
Devilfish (to me): ?Not sure, what?s the buy in??
Me: "err.. $50.00"
Devilfish: (pause) ?Fuck That!?
Marcel: ?Now David one second? (to me) will there be a re-buy??
Which still cracks me up, David did intend on coming, but alas, 10:00 am is too early for most professional poker players so next time I?ll factor this in. Fortunately many were able to come (see the posts below for the lists).
After extensive e-mails and phone calls with Pauly, Otis, All-In poker Apparel, Charlie, Dick, Check n? Raise and a few others all the swag is in place, all the people are lined up and I manage to get to bed around 2:30 am Friday night and fall asleep around 4:30, planning to be up at 9:00 or so to scramble over and make sure one last time that everything is in place. Things did not go according to plan. At 5:30 that morning my cat decided to dump a glass of grapefruit juice, conveniently sitting on the headboard, onto my face? I never got back to sleep. So after a shower and triple checking everything I made my way to Sam?s Town at 8:30 to meet with Dick and Charlie.
The plan was to start things at 10:00 sharp; and again, it didn?t get off as planned; but, things still worked out well anyway. The limo we sent for the pros at the Bellagio didn?t leave Sam?s Town until 9:00 and didn?t arrive at the Bellagio until about 10:00 (it was supposed to leave the Bellagio at 9:30); but all was well, for right after the limo had confirmed the pick-up Pauly called to tell me the bloggers were just piling into the car, like a group of circus clowns putting a huge group of people into a space that defies the laws of physics.
In the meantime, a few people had already arrived on the scene and fortunately the food and meeting new people was keeping everyone occupied. So around 10:30 am the rest of the pros arrive and although no-one said anything I?m sure they were hesitant about the small groups of people scattered around the room. Then, about five minutes later while pacing in the hall like a patient waiting for the results of a tumor biopsy, I hear a commotion from around the corner? either a pack of bloodthirsty Huns from a Credit Card commercial were decending upon the Casino or the bloggers had arrived. Leading the pack was none other than Pauly with about two dozen Internet scribes in tow. I spent most of the time jumping around from person to person and actually got to meet Iggy, blasted though he seemed. I guess he was? how shall I put it?? ?short? on time and a ?little? fatigued. A damn shame I didn?t get to spend more time with him. Anyways, I did get to meet everyone and as a whole I?ve never been more impressed with the intelligence, courtesy and good energy from such a large group, as Badblood so correctly pointed out, there was not one person who didn?t ?fit?. Though I?m sure if you compared the blogger gathering to a painting it would be a Jackson Pollock crossed with a Salvador Dali? while on hallucinogenic drugs and using day-glow colors; nevertheless, we were a bonded community without knowing it until we all gathered. The pros seemed to fit in as well as anyone. From the moment the last blogger filed into the room I knew this was going to be something special (and not in the ?short-bus? kind of way).
After everyone got into the room we mingled for about 15 minutes and around 11:00 am the day?s events got underway. We started with Charlie, who gave a 20 minute speech on the rather complex philosophical system he developed which allowed him to live a better life and be a better poker player. The speech was rough in spots but judging by Maudie and Bill the gist of the material came through clear. Next, Jeffery Hass of Check n? Raise poker gave a presentation on the new poker site and answered questions and criticisms of the site with clarity and certainty. He also provided some of the finest swag on hand, a jacket for the bloggers that made the final table. Jeffrey then got the names and addresses of everyone there so he can send each of them one of the special WPBT Tournament jacket (Customs stopped him from bringing them all in). Finally, Tom McEvoy, the consummate teacher, took to the podium and answered questions from bloggers on some of the more intricate aspects of poker and on line poker.
The only thing I clearly remember from all of this was almost every answer at some point included, ?Like most poker question, it depends?? About 12 minutes into Tom?s presentation I found out the pros had to get a move on to be at, as Bill so eloquently put it, ?some small Four Diamond?s thingy over at the Bellagio.? So, that wrapped up the morning presentations.
The tournament did start on time. I drew a seat close to FoiledCoup and folded every hand I was dealt for the first seven minutes, mostly to make absolutely sure Dick?s prediction would fail and I never actually got involved in a pot. I did steal the blinds a couple of times, but that was about it?
then I was moved to the circular hay-bailer of poker tables with the unholy trinity of Felicia, Max and Charlie. The table was consuming players faster then Al with a bottle of SoCo. Seated to the left of Charlie, I was in a horrid spot, and the worst of it was the cards were colder than a doctor?s examination table? the metal kind? with no pad and a bad chest cold while stripped to you?re skivvies. 10-2o, 4Jo, 2-8o and then just as the blind were about to devour me and spit out my bones like the other victims of this meat-grinder disguised as a poker table I was dealt a lovely K-Jo, the best two cards I?d seen since the tournament began. I pushed my shriveled stack into the belly of the grinder only to be called down by the chief butchers, Max and Charlie. Max had pocket 4?s, Charlie Q-9s. The flop hit me with a King, but it steamrolled Max with a 4 giving him a set which became a boat on by the river. Oh well, Charlie was gone too and that was the tourney for me.
For some closing thoughts, there were a lot of cool conversations though-out the day and plans were already being put into place for the next Vegas shin-dig. I wish I had a chance to spend more time chatting with BG, Ferrari, Mas, Daddy, Asphnxma, Derek, Bob, -EV, Poker Grub and Grubett, Mr. and Mrs. Al Can?t Hang (especially you Al, some people are the life of the party.. you ARE the party!), Iggy (I barley got to say ?hi?) and Maudie. I did spend a fair amount of time chatting with BadBlood (a geek disguised as a bodybuilder), Hank (a geek disguised as a Jock), Bill (a geek), Otis, CJ, Linda, Felicia, Glenn and of course Dr. Pauly a hippy and great guy!
I collapsed right after the tourney and spent most of Sunday recovering? all I could think about was what a great time and we have to do it again, bigger and better!