Sometimes in my travels across the interwebs, I come across a photo or two that make me say WTF. This is one of those times.
I'm too late to write up the WSOP post and was whining to a friend about even trying to do so. That's why I never do Trip Reports (Aruba notwithstanding) -- I just can't do it justice. But my friend pushed and said, "Just condense it down to a few minutes of what it was like to play in the WSOP Main Event. One moment." I impulsively said I couldn't do it, but was immediately struck with my
I am going to write up my rough draft of Day One at the WSOP when I get home tonight. Of course, I have a happy hour to attend right after work, so I'm hoping that won't cause me to forget too much of what happened in Vegas. Part of me thinks it's too late for a trip report. But what the hell, this is my blog and writing up drivel is worse than no drivel at all. Right? Wait, don't answer that.
OK, I lied. I still haven't made time to write. Thank God for the weekend. One insane video for you today. What this gal can do on a bike is insane. If yer looking for something more funny than amazing than enjoy these little kids getting in a massive hockey brawl.
Wow, this afternoon is the first time I have felt human in awhile. And I'm going to try and do some writing when I get home from work. Memories are fading, damnit, and I need to get on it. For now, a colleague send me this video entitled: The Process, that will likely only be funny for those of us who work at ad agencies. Or maybe not. Back soon. The one line that kills me is "No one reads." I
I haven't had a chance to regale you with WSOP stories but I shall when I feel better. Pretty sure I caught this bird flu from Pauly after my post-bustout meal with the Good Doctor. I'm managing to make it to work everyday but I'm coming home and immediately sleeping. Which I'm going to do again right now. Stay tuned, though.
"So you lost in the WSOP, right?" A co-worker Why, yes. Yes I did, thanks for pointing that out. But that's the thing about tournaments, isn't it? Everyone but the nine at the final table feel like they just got kicked in the junk, despite their respective scores. And so I'm back in the Real World. I caught the damn bird flu upon flying home from Vegas. So beyond feeling mentally wiped, now
Made it to Day Four and a 30k cash. I still feel like a big fat loser. And while I'm very bummed that I was knocked out early today, I can't help but be thankful for the run that I had and the friends here to share it with. A huge thanks to everyone who reached out with encouragement and positive mojo, especially all the guys here in Vegas who thanklessly took time out of their working days and
My eighth day in Vegas here for the WSOP Main Event. We are down to four hundred and something players after starting with six thousand and something. In the money. I just woke up and gotta go play as a short stack in 30 minutes. But first I need to find some caffeine and food. If I can get a quick double up, today could be yet another very long day. Let's hope so. I'll try and update my
As Otis pointed out to me, there has been 24 hours of no-limit poker played now. 24. Insane. And I'm still alive with close to 90k in chips with Day Three only a few hours away. Crazy fucking day, nuff said. For the best WSOP coverage and for updates on how I'm doing, you'd better be reading the Tao of Poker.
I'm sitting here taking in the fine view from my room here at the Palms. This sure beats staying at the IP, lemme tell you. Tis fun to see how the other half lives. So I'm doing my best to get off the strip and avoid the madness here in Sin City before I play tomorrow. I've already done Red Rocks and random exploring along with golf yesterday. Today I'm going to drive up to Mt. Charleston and
Yesterday was a long, long, long day. I was outclassed and out chipped for 99% of the day. And despite running on fumes for almost 13 hours, I somehow survived and ended the day with 38k in chips. So I just woke up, wondering what the hell I'm going to do until I play next on Wednesday. I'll be back soon for a proper writeup.
No, I haven't bought my ticket yet but I plan on flying out bright and early tomorrow morning. Time to experience this monstrosity of a tournament, in all its glory, firsthand. Have a great holiday weekend everyone.
Damn, I just wrote out some mindless drivel on the impending WSOP Main Event waiting for me. Thank God for the delete key. I'd be lying if I didn't admit feeling a little nervous about it. But nervous about what, I ask myself. It's freaking poker, a card game, not combat. But still, I think it's good for me to acknowledge it to myself. A little pre-game locker room jitters is healthy -- a way