Aaaaand now...
...the maaaaaaaaain event.... offfffff the year!
It was of course fun for me as an MMA fan when Bruce Buffer announced the "Shuffle Up And Deal" for the 5k 6-max NLHE. And in the words of Mr. Buffer, "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's TIME! ...For the main event" of the year. As I said previously, it's never a bad WSOP until you're out of the main event. For my part, on Sunday (Day 1C) I will be at Table 78, Seat 3 to begin the 2009 World Championship of No-Limit Hold'em.
Since in the last two WSOP entries I've talked about how I made one or more significant mistakes, I am hereby declaring the main event mistake-free. This is sort of like the idea behind the Mike Matusow "No Blow-Ups" t-shirt, except that I never ever "blow up" in an epic fashion like Mike, but rather just sort of play hands in a mildly spewy way. Nevertheless, I am using this space to declare that I will not make any big mistakes in the main event. Since I know that I will be blogging about any big mistake I might make, this hopefully will serve as a sufficient deterrent to poor play. (Apparently amillion-dollar prize pool in the $5k 6-max was insufficient.)
Speaking of the 5k 6-max, holyfuckinggod did Hoss_TBF own that shit! I am so happy that our house picked up its second bracelet of the year and fifth overall. We also have three million-dollar cashes. Of course, I am responsible for precisely none of those. Non-bracelet holders are starting to become an endangered species in the house, with just Kenny Shei and I remaining. (Arbitrage alert: At some point last night, Bill Chen set the line on next-to-bracelet at "Terrence -160, Kenny +200.")
As if yesterday wasn't crazy enough with Matt's bracelet and million-dollar win, it was also the Vegas leg of my good friend Mike Johnson's (of the 2+2 PokerCast) bachelor party. It is well-known that publicizing details of bachelor parties is strictly verboten, but we had great fun go-karting (I finished 2nd of 16, always the bridesmaid), having dinner at N19E (or however the hell you spell it), gambling as quickly as possible, and by the end of the night the sun was up and I smelled like cigarettes and perfume.
Until Sunday!
It was of course fun for me as an MMA fan when Bruce Buffer announced the "Shuffle Up And Deal" for the 5k 6-max NLHE. And in the words of Mr. Buffer, "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's TIME! ...For the main event" of the year. As I said previously, it's never a bad WSOP until you're out of the main event. For my part, on Sunday (Day 1C) I will be at Table 78, Seat 3 to begin the 2009 World Championship of No-Limit Hold'em.
Since in the last two WSOP entries I've talked about how I made one or more significant mistakes, I am hereby declaring the main event mistake-free. This is sort of like the idea behind the Mike Matusow "No Blow-Ups" t-shirt, except that I never ever "blow up" in an epic fashion like Mike, but rather just sort of play hands in a mildly spewy way. Nevertheless, I am using this space to declare that I will not make any big mistakes in the main event. Since I know that I will be blogging about any big mistake I might make, this hopefully will serve as a sufficient deterrent to poor play. (Apparently amillion-dollar prize pool in the $5k 6-max was insufficient.)
Speaking of the 5k 6-max, holyfuckinggod did Hoss_TBF own that shit! I am so happy that our house picked up its second bracelet of the year and fifth overall. We also have three million-dollar cashes. Of course, I am responsible for precisely none of those. Non-bracelet holders are starting to become an endangered species in the house, with just Kenny Shei and I remaining. (Arbitrage alert: At some point last night, Bill Chen set the line on next-to-bracelet at "Terrence -160, Kenny +200.")
As if yesterday wasn't crazy enough with Matt's bracelet and million-dollar win, it was also the Vegas leg of my good friend Mike Johnson's (of the 2+2 PokerCast) bachelor party. It is well-known that publicizing details of bachelor parties is strictly verboten, but we had great fun go-karting (I finished 2nd of 16, always the bridesmaid), having dinner at N19E (or however the hell you spell it), gambling as quickly as possible, and by the end of the night the sun was up and I smelled like cigarettes and perfume.
Until Sunday!