Last night, it all came down to this: Three tickets had been punched for Vegas. Who was going to fill out the quartet of debauchery and join the drug pusher, a guy who actually wrote a book about poker and the man from Deliverance country who presumably says ‘arrrrrrr’ a lot?
Would it be some random dude whose primary claim to fame is living about five blocks from the 4th best poker player in the Greater Muskegon Area?
Nope. The power of the 616 let me down. Again.
You can instead add one metrosexual to the motley contingent. Congratulations to Joe Speaker over at The Obituatirum for prevailing over 67 other entrants in WPBT Satellite IV. You should already be reading Joe. If you’re not, you’re either new or you need to have your head examined. Seriously.
As for myself, I can only say that finishing third, when 1st is a seat and 2nd is enough cash to cover a whole weekend’s worth of 99 cent shrimp cocktails and $2 craps, is almost like being kicked in the junk.
I won’t bore you with hand histories, in part because I don’t have access to them at the moment. Probably the biggest highlight was seeing the hammer dropped FOUR times in one orbit (I think – I got one, TXChach had two and someone else – Joe? Jason? – had another). I got to watch some players (e.g. Iggy, Maigrey) try to come back from huge holes. I paraphrased (yes, in jest) a famous line from “Gone With The Wind”. I’ll be adding TripJax to the list of people that I need to buy a drink in Vegas. I remembered how to fold preflop. Good times.
Anyway, rock on fellas. Go read the Tao of Poker for a real writeup.