Year of the Rooster - WPBT Winter Gathering
Congratulations to the Rooster:
who won my bacon-y bounty:
when he busted me out of the WPBT Winter Gathering tournament in 12th place. He went on to win the tournament and maintain New York pride after the second-to-last New Yorker, Pauly, busted out in 11th place.
I had a ton of fun meeting so many new folks as well as hanging out with old friends. I look forward to the next gathering!
December 12th, 2007 at 10:16 am
When you busted me, you did not get a cherry. As is the custom around there, I wanted to give a gift to the lucky soul who had a grown-up hand when my stack looked like an elephant sat on it and that weak-ace Albatross was staring me in the face. I’d rather get dusted out with ole Blocky than the disgrace of weak-ace. When I moved to the center in the dead of winter, you were grinning like a pit bulldog facing a crippled-up cocker spaniel. The other feller had a quick suicidal impulse, and you busted two of us. I was pulling for you after that, since you looked to be the most sober one with some chips. However, gorgeous women have been fooling me since Moby Dick was a sardine.
You can email me though my web site www.JohnnyHughes.com and I will mail you a specialy autographed copy of my novel, Texas Poker Wisdom.
I didn’t want to bring a copy over there because it might look like I was using the event to hype Texas Poker Wisdom, but then I had that dumb hat.
Back when I taught four hundred college students at a time, I often closed with a bad beat story. In Vegas, a guy drew at a flush when I had a full house and he beat me. Bad tourist, can’t count out chips, runner runners me for a straight to double up. Then I have A,10. He has A,J diamonds.
It comes 10,3,3. two diamonds. Tells tell me my hand is as big as a foot. I bet out healthy. He calls. Comes a 3. board 10,3.3.3.
I move in. He calls dead to a Jack and hits. Then he says, “I missed the flush.” Then he shows down the Jack. I showed no emotion on either of these beats.
Email me and tell me how to sign the book. In my day, girls were called Nancy, Jane, Kay. Now that have numbers and crytographic symbols in their names, hard to remember, harder to decode.
JohnnyHughes.com
December 13th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
We’ll always have the Bacon Pounder Mary!
It was great to have met you and to make you smile a couple times.
IT
December 13th, 2007 at 8:57 pm
Mary,
It was a pleasure getting to meet you this trip and my wife and I really enjoyed the breakfast on Friday morning, even though Jordan seems to have forgotten who was actually at the table.
Can’t wait for the next time.
G