| The big one. What a great excuse to get back to vegas. To watch the greatest poker players in the world duel over six million bucks. And maybe to get in some action ourselves. Josh, Chonko, Wayne and I all made arrangements to go to Las Vegas for the final event of the World Series of Poker, the $10,000 No-Limit Holdem Tournament. When we arrived in Vegas, Josh refused to let me pay for a limo to the hotel, insisting that we take a cab. I relented, and we piled into the cab to go put our shit into our room at the Stratosphere and to meet up with Chonko. Chonko was already in Vegas, and had been playing roulette at the Sands, already up $100 betting his birthday (which was today). At the Strat, we all agreed to pay a few extra bucks to upgrade our room to a suite so we wouldnt be to crowded. What we got was the nicest hotel room I have ever stayed in. We had a dining room for chrissakes! More than enough room for all of us, and a jacuzzi tub to relax in after long nights of second hand smoking and check raising. Over the course of four days we managed to spend about 10 hours in the room, if that. Our time was split between the Horeshoe, Bellagio, and the Mirage, playing poker and watching the tournament. I'll spare you all the gorey details. We all did ok except Josh, who lost it all. Worst Bad beat: Josh's Aces cracked by 10,7 in 15-30 at the bellagio. Best Bad beat: Dave winning a monster pot with deuce-four in 6-12 at the Mirage after announcing on the flop (with nothing but bottom pair) "You guys are going to be so pissed at me when I when this one." We rooted for all New Yorkers in the tournament, and after they all busted out, we turned our attention on Mike Matusow, the guy they call "motormouth Mike". I like his style alot. He was playing bold, trying to push people off of pots with hands like 7,2 offsuit, and bewildering the crowd. He talked more than Scotty Nguyen. They say he can talk a deaf person off a pot. So we cheered for him, and then snuck into the "friends and family" section to get some pictures, saying we were his brothers. Truth be told, I was just rooting for anyone but Phil Hellmuth to win. I've never even met the guy, but I don't think I like him very much. And that isn't a controversial opinion. Long story short, Mike lost, Carlos won. Everyone complained that Henry was out of line for calling Daniel Negreneau (another favorite) an idiot. Scandal! Drama! Whatever. Phil Hellmuth cried himself to sleep. And so did Josh. Probably. I don't know for sure. |
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