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Don't say I didn't warn you that this blog would be neglected.
Once again I return to patch the wounds of my oft-ignored personal space here in HTTPville. Fortunately for me, I update this blog about as often as someone reads it, so it works out pretty well in the end. The fact of the matter is I've been almost as busy since the WSOP ended as I was when I was working six 16-hour days a week. And there's another reason for my neglect of late. The first few of my days off were spent entirely in bed fighting off vicious cold number two during the span of the last 30 days. This one has been hanging on for more than a week now and it is making my sinuses absolutely miserable.
So, let's see, where do we pick up the tale?
Ah yes, Tiffany Michelle. During and after Tiffany's impressive run in the Main Event, a storm of controversy stirred up around her like a tornado, and it left her on the outs with PokerNews and UltimateBet haters everywhere. It basically revolved around her sponsorship with PokerNews, her backer and employer at the time. At some point early in the tournament, she accepted a sponsorship from UltimateBet without consulting her primary sponsor, and that began a tidal wave of overreaction and ill speak. I'll spare you the details, but if you're interested in the story, you can read about it here or here or here, as well as Tiffany's rebuttal here.
On Friday the 11th, I played the $540 Venetian Deep Stack, and was absolutely kicking ass. We began with 15,000 chips, and by the end of the fourth level, I had over 67,000 and was on the warpath through my table. When we go back from the second break, our table broke, and suddenly I caught the above-mentioned cold. Just *snap* like that. I stood up, my eyes were watering, I had chills and cold sweats, a headache, blurry vision, achy back... It was insufferable. Within no time flat, I was out of the tournament and home in bed for 72 hours. Awful, so bummed about that blown opportunity.
The next few days were spent alternating chugging water and cold medicine, one after the other after the other. Then I had to get the house cleaned up and my gear packed to move out. Saturday night was my last night in the place, and it sure was a fine place to call home for eight weeks.
Along the way, I bid farewell to Slippers, Tim, Dane, Christian, Heath, and their other Aussie pals who are headed back down under to resume their so-called normal lives. I'm sure I'll see those crazy people around this time next year, and I hope to maybe bump into them somewhere prior to that as well.
A few days ago -- they are still all running together for me -- us PokerNews'ers spent the day at Garry's playing Wii and poker and drinking a toast to ourselves. The nighttime lack of sobriety brought a trip to the karaoke bar, which is one of my least favorite places to be in all the world. In fact, given the choice between an evening in a karaoke bar and a stiff punch in the nuts, it would have to be settled by a coin toss. In any event, we headed to a place called the Aloha Kitchen & Bar, an establishment that is about as Hawaiian as a polar bear. It turned out to be a great night though, thanks in part to copious amounts of alcohol. I got a fantastic bowl of teriyaki chicken for $4 and had many a beer and cocktail to wash it down. By the end of the night, even I was on the microphone making a fool of myself with the rest of the crew.
Close to leaving time, Bryan "The Icon" Micon, his girlfriend, and Bret "Gank" Jungblut came loping into the Aloha to shoot some pool. Apparently, they are good friends with "Macon" Marc Hodge, one of us lowly reporters. Marc and his girlfriend are real good people, and Catherine is a damn fine poker player to boot. The night concluded with the six of us heading over to the Palms do to a little gambling. I was in for $500 at the blackjack table before I managed to claw my way back to exactly even after about four hours. It was a good time, and it improved my impressions of Micon a great deal; his girlfriend is a sweetheart too. I promised her I wouldn't post their picture here on the interwebs, but they make a cute couple. Speaking of cute couples:
Gank and Micon
So, I think that pretty much gets us caught up to today. At this very moment, I am in Reno hanging out with Glenn, one of my original poker buddies. We have a damn good time playing limit hold'em in the shithole casinos around here and just shooting the shit. His fiancée Evynne is a doll, and they are both very hospitable and accommodating to me when I am in town. I head back to Vegas on Wednesday to spend one more week in the City of Sin.
Once again I return to patch the wounds of my oft-ignored personal space here in HTTPville. Fortunately for me, I update this blog about as often as someone reads it, so it works out pretty well in the end. The fact of the matter is I've been almost as busy since the WSOP ended as I was when I was working six 16-hour days a week. And there's another reason for my neglect of late. The first few of my days off were spent entirely in bed fighting off vicious cold number two during the span of the last 30 days. This one has been hanging on for more than a week now and it is making my sinuses absolutely miserable.
So, let's see, where do we pick up the tale?
Ah yes, Tiffany Michelle. During and after Tiffany's impressive run in the Main Event, a storm of controversy stirred up around her like a tornado, and it left her on the outs with PokerNews and UltimateBet haters everywhere. It basically revolved around her sponsorship with PokerNews, her backer and employer at the time. At some point early in the tournament, she accepted a sponsorship from UltimateBet without consulting her primary sponsor, and that began a tidal wave of overreaction and ill speak. I'll spare you the details, but if you're interested in the story, you can read about it here or here or here, as well as Tiffany's rebuttal here.
On Friday the 11th, I played the $540 Venetian Deep Stack, and was absolutely kicking ass. We began with 15,000 chips, and by the end of the fourth level, I had over 67,000 and was on the warpath through my table. When we go back from the second break, our table broke, and suddenly I caught the above-mentioned cold. Just *snap* like that. I stood up, my eyes were watering, I had chills and cold sweats, a headache, blurry vision, achy back... It was insufferable. Within no time flat, I was out of the tournament and home in bed for 72 hours. Awful, so bummed about that blown opportunity.
The next few days were spent alternating chugging water and cold medicine, one after the other after the other. Then I had to get the house cleaned up and my gear packed to move out. Saturday night was my last night in the place, and it sure was a fine place to call home for eight weeks.
Along the way, I bid farewell to Slippers, Tim, Dane, Christian, Heath, and their other Aussie pals who are headed back down under to resume their so-called normal lives. I'm sure I'll see those crazy people around this time next year, and I hope to maybe bump into them somewhere prior to that as well.
A few days ago -- they are still all running together for me -- us PokerNews'ers spent the day at Garry's playing Wii and poker and drinking a toast to ourselves. The nighttime lack of sobriety brought a trip to the karaoke bar, which is one of my least favorite places to be in all the world. In fact, given the choice between an evening in a karaoke bar and a stiff punch in the nuts, it would have to be settled by a coin toss. In any event, we headed to a place called the Aloha Kitchen & Bar, an establishment that is about as Hawaiian as a polar bear. It turned out to be a great night though, thanks in part to copious amounts of alcohol. I got a fantastic bowl of teriyaki chicken for $4 and had many a beer and cocktail to wash it down. By the end of the night, even I was on the microphone making a fool of myself with the rest of the crew.
Close to leaving time, Bryan "The Icon" Micon, his girlfriend, and Bret "Gank" Jungblut came loping into the Aloha to shoot some pool. Apparently, they are good friends with "Macon" Marc Hodge, one of us lowly reporters. Marc and his girlfriend are real good people, and Catherine is a damn fine poker player to boot. The night concluded with the six of us heading over to the Palms do to a little gambling. I was in for $500 at the blackjack table before I managed to claw my way back to exactly even after about four hours. It was a good time, and it improved my impressions of Micon a great deal; his girlfriend is a sweetheart too. I promised her I wouldn't post their picture here on the interwebs, but they make a cute couple. Speaking of cute couples:
Gank and Micon
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