Tales from the WSOP Main Event

Tales from the WSOP Main Event

I haven't bought into a tournament in 13 years, and it's about as quality a decision as I've ever made. But, I did back myself to play in the main event in both 2012 and 2013. The outcomes were none too boring to say the least. So here are the highlights from each main event, starting with what my mindset was throughout each tournament, and going over key hands....and you'll have a hard time believing what you're hearing. You'll understand why by the end.

Flopping quads against the whale, being sun run by whales, and more swingy WSOP hands

As expected, it's been a wild scene at the cash games in the World Series of Poker. So here are some of the highlights from the wonky hands that have gone down playing 2/5 at the Wynn.

Punting my stack, getting bluffed, and lashing out at crybabies

It's been a good WSOP so far in Las Vegas. The cash games have seen a ton of soft play. Tonight started with having to aggressively put other nitty players in their place for chastising the game for playing the same way he essentially was. Then you got guys agreeing to straddle and coming up with reasons why they shouldn't have to do it so they can get a free round out of it. Then you got dealers paying absolutely no attention as to what the hell is going on. Then you got young cocky WSOP douche bags coming in and clicking buttons. And other randoms looking to call down with any pair. Wass something of a street fight as overnight games are most prone to turn into. Well, I tried. But it was a rough night.

Talking this week's poker tea, some clarifications, and some life reflections

I need to backtrack to some of the recent tales been told and make sure everybody's savvy. Also recapping the previous week's behavioral quirks and impatient arrogance vomited on me and my fellow competitors. And also, yet again, running into a familiar face that doesn't enjoy having time called on her.

I finally angled another player, and I TRIED to make amends with a butthurt dealer

Angle shooters in poker are the dirtiest pieces of shit in all of competition. Some pitcher throwing a 100 MPH fastball at a batter's head pales in comparison to some grimy miscreant trying to lure you into revealing information about your hand by putting forth some conniving tacky little maneuver because they don't have the balls or the brains to even try to win any other way.....but I finally shot one myself anyway. Only for good reason, actually. I'd been wanting to talk to this dealer from lately as well. She got SO upset about something I said during her down recently. Well, it's been weird seeing her since. So I knew I had to at least TRY and talk to her....and try I did...