Showing posts with label Degens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Degens. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Lime Tossing

By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA

Sometime last summer, Otis and I invented a game called Lime Tossing. Basically it was two bored gambling junkies looking for action on anything.

Otis and I had a tradition during assignments where we would get a beer at the start of the final level of play that night. In Monte Carlo, the surly somniferous French waiters served us room temperature Heineken, while the barkeeps in the hallway at the Rio kept Coronas on ice for us.

You know the drill. Get a Corona. Get a lime. Not being one to waste a lime for waste's sake, we tried to come up with a way to get an additional use out of the lime instead of just squeezing it for it's tart juices.

That's when lime tossing was invented. As we stood on the top of a stairway leading out to the dealer's tent, there was an ashtray/trash can at the bottom of the stairs. That was our target. Wagers were made on various expected outcomes such as hitting the trash bin, landing it on the ash tray part, or getting it inside the bin.

This summer, there was a table at the bottom of the stairs. We'd try to hit the table as we gambled ungodly sums of money on lime tossing.

Here's just a tease...



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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

WSOP Day 25: Save the Eskimo, Save the World

By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV


Attention Hippies,

The Eskimo needs your help. Put down the bong. Stop campaigning for Obama (Dick Cheney already rigged the November election, the Beijing Olympics, and the next two American Idols) and get your patchouli-smelling ass down the Rio Casino in Las Vegas because the Eskimo needs your help.


The Eskimo in his natural habit before global warming and pre-poker boom

The Eskimo is another casualty of global warming and will slowly melt away with the ice caps. A violent death by drowning awaits, like Al Gore's adorable polar bears.

Every time someone buys an SUV, another bit of Eskimo dies. Eskimo is doomed unless you and your fellow hippies come to his rescue. Hurry up and act now before Phish gets back together and you drop everything you do to follow them around the country hoping to hear Fluffhead for the first time since 9/29/00.

The Eskimo needs your help. Global warming is on the rise and several of your favorite animals are on the verge of extinction including seals, whales, musk oxen, walruses, over a dozen species of migratory birds, polar bears, and the Eskimo.

There used to be a time when the Eskimo's sole enemy were the sharks that infest the Arctic waters and the card rooms of Las Vegas. Now time and an increasing warmer climate are the Eskimo's biggest fears. Climatologists in Norway believe that the Eskimo will be extinct by the 2009 WSOP unless reversals of fortune are made immediately.

The Norwegian Eskimo Institute has been tracking and tagging Eskimo for several years observing them in his natural habit. From the data collected by Dr. Sigbjorn Amdal and his scientists has been widely publicized and the future is grim. For three years, they sought out the answers to two questions... What does the Eskimo do? And where does he go?

"The Eskimo's once fertile feeding grounds have vanished due to an increase in melting arctic ice and the influx of teenaged Scandinavian online poker players feasting on the schools of fish that used to feed the Eskimo's voracious appetite,"explained Dr. Amdal during a keynote speech at the Kyoto Climate Summit in 2007.

"Large masses of ice are breaking up as glaciers melt earlier and earlier every year. Rapid changes to the environment are causing a ecological nightmare which caused the Eskimo to relocate to the Nevada desert where chances of survival are less then 2%. The Eskimo will soon perish."

Act now to save the Eskimo. Help end the war on global warming. Eskimo's blood will be on your hands unless you make immediate steps towards a more eco-friendly lifestyle.

Every time you wipe your ass with recycled single ply toilet paper, Eskimo gets another buy in to a satellite.

Every time you install an energy saving light bulb in your home, Eskimo gets another buy in to the 2/5 PLO game in the Amazon Room.

Every time you buy a Prius hybrid, Eskimo gets another buy in to a donkament.

Every time you choose not to fly on commercial airlines, Eskimo gets another buy in to the Main Event.

Only you can prevent Eskimo from drowning. Don't waste water. Reducing your flushing habits. Remember... Yellow = be mellow. Brown = go down.

The fate the of the Eskimo is in your hands. Can you allow another endangered species on this planet become extinct by the evils of mankind and the corporations that control them?

This is my call to all the hippies in North America... to all my brothers and sisters in Vancouver, Boulder, Eugene, Olympia, Bellingham, San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Humbolt County, Austin, and Vermont. This is a time for change in America. This is our time to rise up and make an impact on a global scale.

President John F. Kennedy once said, "The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it; and the glow from that fire can truly light the world."

Save the Eskimo. Save the world.

Yours in the bong,
Pauly


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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

WSOP Day 18: Never Trust a Junkie 2.0

By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV

"What keeps mankind alive?" asked William Burroughs.

Action. The rush. The buzz. The sustained high. Doesn't matter the medium. Craps. Poker. Slots. Blackjack. Baccarat. Dog races. NBA games. Video poker. It's the anticipation of the outcome that gets everyone fired up. The moment of truth when life sizzles through your bloodstream and you're jacked up on so much adrenaline it takes you days and weeks and months to come down from the cosmos. The anticipation... the crest of the gambler's high... where nothing else matters as the entire world pauses during that millisecond before your fate is determined.

The precise moment before the dealer flips over the river card is why we play poker. Similar to Christmas mornings and the innocent exhilaration that fuels a child's anticipation as they jump out of bed and dart to the tree and tear open the first box that they see. You never knew if it was going to be a new video game or a pair of socks. One got you high and the other kept your feet warm.

I flirt with the edge all the time. Life is too dull playing it safe and sitting on your ass wondering about what life would have been like if you took chances. Alas, too much of riding the edge is disastrous because you will never be satisfied and setting yourself up for an early funeral. But risk too little and you're drowning in a life of ordinary madness.

So when you're standing up at the poker table on the verge of elimination or doubling up and you're sending out vibes to the dealer to hook you up while silently praying to the poker gods for another deus ex machina. Your mind races before the dealer drops the river card on the felt. Did you dodge another bullet or did the cracker in Seat 7 spike another gutshot to send you spiraling into a fourth dimension of uber-tilt. Does it really matter what happens? You got off either way. And that is the exact reason why degenerates piss away every last dollar they have.

You can't get the rush if you don't put your money in play. Of course, that's not entirely true. I know plenty of folks who swap out for lesser expensive addictions like finding Jesus Christ or fly fishing or Guitar Hero. But with gambling, it's high risk and high reward. You accomplish an opiated feeling that can also pay off dividends, which you can parlay to seek out grandiose highs.

I have seasonal addictions. In the autumn, the blood boils inside me while I bet on football. I pace back and forth on Sunday afternoons knowing that I am unable to control my own destiny and my entire financial fate rides on a foreign-born kicker who couldn't hack it as a soccer player. Last second field goals are one of the longest sustained highs in sports betting.... especially if the opposing team ices the kicker. Oh man, I can't tell you how sick that rush is waiting for that last second field goal... as the ball gets snapped and the kicker boots the pigskin thirty-forty, fifty-yards through the uprights. Sometimes he chokes and the kick sails wide right. Other times it shanks off the goalpost and your dreams clank away with the rest of your bankroll.

Every year like clockwork during March Madness some 19-year old kid who can barely read and write is on the free throw line shooting a one and one. Every bucket counts down the stretch especially when you're team is on the verge of not covering. If he sinks them both, he's a hero. If he misses, I explode into a tirade and violently rip up my losing ticket into a million little pieces.

I used to watch the glimmer in Grubby's eye as he waited for the outcome of his last spin at a Mr. Cashman machine. A ritualistic and habitual gambler never knows when to say when... until your bank card gets rejected for going over the limit.

After spending too much time in Las Vegas, I tend to turn off all my senses when I walk through a casino. Too much plight. Too much pain and suffering and misery. The thin and bitter bodies glued to the slot machines are stiffs hypnotized by the allure of the big score.

Scandis. Japanese. Canucks. Texans. New Yorkers. Aussies. Despite the differences in nationalities, they all look a like when they are nodded out at the slots. Junkies. The lot of them. They stood out and lacked as much depth as a recurring character on Sesame Street. Just another ugly fuckin' muppet.

What keeps mankind alive is the relentless quest to purge every desire inside the hallways of every junkie's mind. Once you get a taste of the action and a taste of the heavenly emotions of jubilant ecstasy, you're never the same again. You roam the world for the remainder of eternity contaminated and a unsentimental slave to that frenetic craving.

Pot Limit Omaha destroys lives. I mean, you don't lose a house playing limit seven-card stud. Poker junkies don't lose the entire roll on a weekend binge at the Razz tables. PLO is like cocaine in that it's a quick blastoff and then an even quicker fade. There's an old joke among cokeheads that goes something like this...
Q. When is the best time to snort a line of cocaine?
A. Right after you snort a line of cocaine.
Cocaine is an invincible high that you are constantly chasing. No pain. No suffering. No misery. All of that is numbed for a few minutes before all hell breaks lose and you start sweating like Patrick Ewing and freak out because you frantically need to be higher than your last high. Sadly, you can never top the first high of the day, yet every few minutes another junkie gives it a shot.

And man, poker players getting ripped to the tits on blow? Talk about a recipe for disaster. That topic can be covered in a whole post at another time, but all you have to do is see pictures of Stuey Ungar's collapsed nostrils to understand that poker and coke don't mix. Although I definitely see more Charlie juicing up the pots in the L.A. based casinos, it's still being abused in Las Vegas. Every hour there's enough cocaine being snorted in bathrooms all over Vegas that can get all of Baltimore jacked up for three years.

If you master PLO, you're the biggest swinging dick in town and sit on piles of cash and can pay hookers thousands of dollars to do the most humiliating stuff possible.

If you lose your dignity playing PLO, you end up sucking dick for a min. buy at 50 cent PLO tables. I've seen it happen. Hotshot wins huge at NL. Gets hooked on PLO. Wins a bit and then dives off the deep end into the void.

Here's an indication of the degeneracy surrounding Event #28 $5K PLO with rebuys. Durrr was in for 90K. He didn't even cash. Daniel Negreanu also dug deep into his pockets. Danny Boy was in for 80K. He finished in 8th place and only netted 40K for three days of work. He needed to make the final table just to get unstuck for the event.

Of course, one of the biggest PLO junkies in the world is France's David Benyamine. For years he had been fleecing the French and other Euros at various games in Paris. He'd roll up a stake and headed out to Vegas full of hope. Without a semblance of fear, the brazen Benyamine took on the biggest games he could find. He usually kept playing until the sharks gobbled up the last of his money. He'd return home to France and get back to work beating those games and building up a roll to take another shot.

These days, Benyamine can almost always be found online at Full Tilt waiting to play almost any game against any player. His preferred poison is PLO. A half-hour before his final table in the Deuce-to-Seven event Benyamine was spotted playing on Full Tilt. He was getting his online fix up to the last possible second. If they let him bring a laptop to the final table, I'm sure Benyamine would be multi-tabling.

"How many chips does Degenyamine have?" said one media rep who whispered David Benyamine's nickname to me while I sat in the front row of the PLO final table.

"He's the chipleader," I said.

Moments before the final table began, Benjo said, "David Benyamine is the best PLO player in the world. You can quote me on that."

He's right. According to Benyamine's high stakes stats, he has won a whopping $7.7 million at the PLO tables on Full Tilt since January of 2007 playing under three different screen names. Some of his victims included Durrr, Patrik Antonius, Phil Ivey, Brandon Adams, Ziigmund, and OMGClayAiken.

Benyamine is one of those high stakes players who can have million dollar swings inside of one day. Benyamine and OMGClayAIken had numerous battles playing heads up PLO. After the big boys busted... Negreanu, Hellmuth, Chan, and Juanda... everyone was awaiting a live version of a classic Benyamine/OMGClayAiken heads up PLO brawl.

That match up never happened. OMGClayAiken won the bracelet, but Benyamine was eliminated in third place. He won $316,307 for three days of work. If given the opportunity, the deviant side of the action junkie would definitely blaze through all of that at the online PLO tables before sunrise.

During a trip to Australia in January, I bumped into Erica Schoenberg at the Crown Casino. She was in great spirits and ready to play in a couple of the preliminary events, but her beau David Benyamine was holed up in their suite splashing the pots in high stakes cash games online. He'd make more money at the online tables than grinding away for hours on end inside the poker room.

That's the most frightening aspect of PLO. Availability. Easy access. It's at your fingertips. 24/7. 365 days a year. 366 during leap years. Just writing this post got me all fired up to play PLO. I can feel the itching underneath my skin. I keep scratching, but the itch retreats deeper and deeper and I scratch harder and harder until droplets of blood appear and stain my fingernails.

"Sometimes contact with the lucky can change a man's run of bad luck," said William Burroughs. "But generally it works the other way. Junkies are an envious lot."


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Monday, June 9, 2008

2008 WSOP Day 10 - The Archie Karas Comeback and Vinny Vinh's Final Table

By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV


Archie Karas on Day 1
(Photo credit: Benjo)

"Archie Karas showed up with just $9 in his wallet," said Tom Sexton.

Tom Sexton and I were often teamed up together at the 2007 WSOP when we both worked for Poker News. During the breaks, we'd hang out and he'd tell some amazing and mind-blowing stories about hijinks with his brother Mike and Stuey Ungar. I love to soak up stories about the poker scene in the 1970s and 1980s. I'd rather sit down and listen to Flipchip, Johnny Hughes, or Tom Sexton recant stories about the real Las Vegas and the seedy side that has been glossed over. The media and the corporations running Vegas did an amazing job at cosmetically enhancing poker. But if you want the straight dope on Sin City, you have to rely upon the oral history from the grizzled veterans who survived the war of attrition on the casino floors and back alleys of Las Vegas.

The worst thing that could happen these days is getting flamed on a 2+2 forum. Twenty or thirty years ago, if your conduct was deemed uncouth, you got the beat down of your life in some dark alley behind Glitter Gulch. The troublemakers caught on real quick otherwise they would find their fate at the bottom of a ditch in the middle of the dessert.

Last summer, Tom Sexton told me stories about Archie "The Greek" Karas. He would become the subject of a series of posts for Tom's column at PokerNews called Sexton's Corner. Karas was legendary for running up $50 into a $40-50 million bankroll... then he lost it all. And my favorite Archie Karas story is how on one single day, he played Chip Reese and Stu Ungar each heads up and beat them for a combined $1.2 million.

Archie Karas was the biggest swinging dick in Las Vegas at one time before he pissed away his fortune. He's flat broke today as he began his comeback. He got staked in the $10,000 World Championship of Seven-card Stud and will also be playing Razz, which at one time, he was regarded the best in the world.

Karas hung tough against one of the deepest fields so far at the WSOP. Out of 158 runners, he was among the 80 players who advanced to Day 2. Karras ended Day 1 with almost 55K in chips, which was good enough for 17th place overall. That's an impressive feat considering he hasn't been seen at the WSOP in years. I vaguely recall Karas making the final table of the Razz event at the 2005 WSOP. I had not seen him since.

Archie Karas grew up in Greece and ran away from home when he was 17. He worked on different ships in various jobs. While on a stop in America, Karas jumped ship and never went back. He eventually showed up in Los Angeles and barely spoke English. He learned English and Spanish and was soon hustling in pool halls and bowling alleys. But it was poker where he could make the most money.

In his 20s, Karas was a rounder in high stakes games in different Los Angeles card rooms. His bankroll always fluctuated. He'd run it up to over a million over a couple of months then go busto in a weekend.

"Archie was widely known to win and lose a million dollars as much as fifty times over, mostly playing in the L.A. area. When broke, he would find a new backer to start over," said Tom Sexton.

"One day I might be driving a Mercedes, and the next day I might be sleeping in it!" explained Karas.

In December of 1992, Karas had hit rock bottom. He lost the last of his $2 million bankroll in various games in Los Angeles. He had $50 to his name and did what any action junkie would do. He gassed up the car, drove through bat country, and headed for the tables in Las Vegas.

Karas showed up at Binion's Horseshoe. He spotted a friend and boldly asked him for a $10,000 stake so he could sit in a 200/400 Razz game. Karas was known as one of the best Razz players in the world and got bought into the game.

"He came out of the gate blazing and tripled his money in three hours. He quickly went over and paid his $10,000 personal loan off, plus a 50% profit for the happy investor," said Tom Sexton.

Within three hours of his arrival in Las Vegas, Karas had a bankroll. It would just be the beginning of his rollercoaster ride.

"Archie (Karas) had more gamble in him than any person I ever met," said Jack Binion.

And it was true. Karas would shoot pool for up to $40,000 a game. Karas took down one gambler for $1 million inside of four lengthy sessions of nine-ball. Karas couldn't be beat yet his opponent kept trying and failing and reloading and trying and failing. However, Karas took a tremendous hit during th fifth session and lost back $740,000. Before he went to pay his opponent the outstanding debt, Karas' backer unsuccessfully tried to convince Karas to not pay the debt and say that they got robbed. In 1992, $740,000 was a sizable amount. It's still a lot of money by today's standards. Instead of weaseling his way out of paying his debts like his backer suggested, Karas did the stand up thing. He went to his box at the Horseshoe, took out $740,000 and paid his debt.

His backer dropped him and Karas returned to pool hustling. He won back 1.2 million and was up about 500K when his pool opponent (who was also a world champion poker player) suggested they switch to heads up poker.

"I took that one million I won shooting pool with him and went on to win three million more from him playing poker in only a few days. We started at $4,000/8,000 limit seven-card stud and quickly moved up to $8,000/$16,000 limit, which was unheard of in those days," said Karas.

In 1993, a statistical anomaly occurred in Las Vegas. Archie Karras went up against the best players in the world and inside of three months, he turned $7 million in $17 million. His streak has been called "The Run" which is the greatest single winning streak in poker and one of the most noteworthy in the history of gambling.

"I easily had a $7,000,000 bankroll at this point, and my confidence was on top of the world," said Karas. "I remember getting ten racks of $5,000 chips, which is $5,000,000, and putting them in the middle of the poker room on a poker table at the Horseshoe. I was ready to take on all comers in poker, and this stirred up a lot of interest. Poker's most colorful character, Puggy Pearson, began to circle the table and the whole room, chanting, 'Step right up here, boys, and help yourself to some of this easy money... $5,000,000 just waiting for you... step right up!' Puggy was comical and appeared to be like a carnival barker, continuing, 'Archie will take on all comers... step right up to his office!'"

Karas took on Stu Ungar heads up. Lyle Berman staked Ungar $500,000 for the game. They played Razz and Ungar was outplayed.

"It didn't take long to demolish Stuey," said Karas who won a half o' mil of Berman's money.

A couple of days later, Chip Reese wanted a shot at Karas and the two arranged a game of Razz. The match lasted eight hours and when it was over, Karas emerged $500,000 richer. He went to dinner and when he got back, Ungar and Berman were waiting for him. Karas played Ungar a second time. Four hours later it was over and Karas beat Ungar for $700,000 more of Berman's money. In one day, Karas beat Stu Ungar and Chip Reese for $1.2 million and won over $1.7 million from them in total that week. Karas wasn't done and continued to hunt down the biggest sharks in Vegas.

"The most money I ever lost in poker was $2,022,000 in one night, playing $8,000/$16,000 limit against Archie Karas," said Chip Reese.

That fateful night happened right after Karas' magical $1.2 million day. During The Run both Johnny Chan and Doyle Brunson took cracks at Karas with less than stellar results.

Karas reflected, "Many of my opponents want to add games or play half razz and half seven-card stud. I want to play one game only, so razz being my best game, the opponents usually played seven-card stud 90% of the time. Once Johnny Chan wanted to add a few games, and I quickly said, 'John, I'm not looking to add any games. I'm looking to take one away. Tell you what I'll do, if you want to play another game: Let's play six-card razz. He went for it, and lost a quick $300,000! If you're a great razz player, playing six-card razz is even more of an edge. You have to be quick-minded and smart in this shark-infested world in order to survive. Like a boxer, you have to protect yourself at all times."

Karas was also an action junkie and could easily lose millions at the craps tables. Karas craved for those miliseconds of anticipation as the dice danced on the felt. One night he had a bloody awful run which found him stuck $11 million. He was still tilting the next day when he showed up at the Mirage to play Chip Reese. He blew through his buy-in and had to borrow $2 million from Chip Reese just to stay in the game.

"I've never loaned $1,000,000 to anyone in a poker game, let alone $2,000,000," said Reese who eventually loaned Karas the money when he explained he had several million in his box down at the Horseshoe.

Karas lost it all to Reese. After the session at the Mirage, the two drove to the Horseshoe. Karas paid $2 million back to Reese. That would be the last time they played heads up.

"I had to start playing dice and baccarat more," explained Karas. "I played and beat the best poker players heads up, including Chip Reese, who I must have played 25 matches with. Word spread quickly how tough I was to beat, and I couldn't find anyone to play with after a while. I had to start shooting dice, and ended up running my $17 million bankroll up to over $40 million as a result."

Tom Sexton said, "My brother, Mike, saw (Karas) lose $1 million in about five minutes at the dice table in 1993. (Karas) bet $10,000 on the pass line with $100,000 odds, and bet two come bets the same way. (Karas) sevened out on the fourth roll each of three successive times in a row, losing $330,000 each time."

"The most I won in one session was $12 million but that night I was already stuck $4 million first. So I netted $8 million for the evening. I went up and down for over two years, winning $5 million scores on the dice tables on many occasions," said Karas.

It was a matter of time before Karas lost it all.

"There was a three-week period of time where I lost $30,000,000, which I could never fade," said a regretful Karas.

Karas lost his bankroll at the dice and baccarat tables. When Karas was down to his last million, he made a terrible decision that cost him the remainder of his money. He took his last $1 million to the Bicycle Club in Los Angeles. He played Johnny Chan heads up. Chan was backed by Berman and both Berman and Chan alternated every two hours playing Karas heads up.

Karas doubled up but his inner action junkie could not prevent him from heading to the craps tables. He said goodbye to his last $2 million shooting dice.

Since then, Karas had faded away into obscurity. Sure, his name was whispered from time to time. Some of his feats were often dismissed as urban legends, but sadly, his incorrigible highs takes gambling got the best of him. The house always wins. Karas will be the first to tell you that. He should have stuck to poker, but the games dried up for him. His thirst for action got him into trouble as he gravitated towards -EV games.

"If I had known there was a poker boom right around the corner," said Karas. "I would have parked $10 million to the side, even if I had to wait ten years to play. Poker has always been my bread and butter. I'll point out that between 1992 and 1995, who could have guessed there was going to be such a boom in poker by 2003? Back then, I couldn't wait three hours to get in action. Dice is the fastest action in the world, where I could win or lose a million with one roll of the dice."

The legendary Nick "The Greek" Dandolos died broke and was last seen playing $5 poker in California card rooms. Archie "The Greek" Karas doesn't want to go out in a similar way. Karas showed up at the 2008 WSOP in Las Vegas with $9 and riding a wave of nostalgia. He sat down in the $10K Stud Championship hoping that he could replicate his magical run of turning $50 into $50 million.

Karas carefully navigated his way through Day 1 and returned among the chipleaders for Day 2. As the field thinned out, Karas' stack failed to increase and suddenly found himself among the shortstacks. Karas' comeback fizzled out when he busted out in 23rd place, only five spots off the money.

Tomorrow is another day. Based on his gutsy performance against the best players in the world, I'm sure Karas would have no trouble finding backing for a few more WSP events. Heck, I'd even take a piece of him in the Razz event if it's available. After all, he beat Chip Reese and Stu Ungar for millions in Razz.

* * * * *


Vinny Vinh's empty chair
(Photo credit: Wicked Chops Poker)

Vinny Vinh made headlines again at the WSOP. The empty chair made an appearance on Day 3 of the $1,500 Limit Hold'em event. For almost an hour media reps took turns taking photos of his empty chair and whispered rumors about his whereabouts.

Vinh wandered over to his seat. If he had arrived on time, he would have been the chipelader. Since he arrived late, his lead slipped a bit.

Vinh was high on something... and it wasn't Christ. He was a lit monkey. It could have been a combo of cough syrup and diet pills or maybe just some old fashioned crack cocaine. Most likely, Vinh was cranked out of his mind, which explained why he couldn't sit still.

For someone that wasted and far gone, I'm shocked he kept his shit together enough to advanced to the final table. Despite all the screaming, standing up, muttering phrases in broken English and Vietnamese, and glancing over at the thugs on the rail, Vinh overcame it all and finish in third place in a WSOP event.

During dinner break, I spotted Vinh shrieking in the hallway as he babbled some things to CK Hua and Men the Master. He disappeared outside and returned from the break more inebriated than before. He never bothered to restack his chips after he won a pot and played with a dirty stack for the remainder of the final table.

Vinh wasn't even supposed to play in the WSOP, but Tommy Vu pleaded with his backer to give him a shot. After all, if the guy is not working how can he pay down his debts?

Vinh was eliminated in third place. On paper, he won $99,099. I wonder how much of that he got to keep? I'm gonna guess... $0. The thick-necked thug on the rail was there to make sure the people he worked for got their cut... first.

To final table any WSOP event is a major milestone. To achieve that daunting task under the close scrutiny of fans, media, players, Harrah's suits, and thick-necked thugs seemed almost impossible, yet Vinny Vinh pulled it off. It's a sad and tragic story in one sense and a total reminder of the heinous side of poker and addiction.

The Vinny Vinhs, Stu Ungars, Eskimo Clarks, and Archie Karases of the world betrayed their craft. They were given a cherished and rare gift from the poker gods and squandered away their talents in a futile attempt to quench a thirst that can never be satisfied whether it was drugs, sex, craps, booze, or flipping coins.


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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Langerado Ice Cooler Prop Bet

By Pauly
New York City

Despite the obvious destruction of a myriad of brain cells, I managed to survive a week in Florida including four crazy days and nights at the Langerado music festival. It was held in the Everglades on the Seminole Indian Reservation. A group of us (including my buddies the Joker and Professional Keno Player Neil Fontenot, Otis, GRob with special guests Uncle Ted, Mrs. GRob, and Mrs. Otis) rented an RV and camped out for the four day party in the middle of nowhere.

The trip was not without a few obstacles to overcome. I lost several skirmishes with fire ants (I had no idea that those little fuckers hurt like hell and leave tiny little boils all over your skin). We also endured lots of crappy weather.

On the plus side, I experienced a bevy of delicious music. I also unleashed a serious bender. I haven't been on one of those mind-numbing excursions in a while. I woke up on Friday morning at 8:30am and went to bed almost two days later at 5:30am on Sunday. Otis made me breakfast twice in that period of time. Talk about one helluva session which included performances from Sam Bush, New Mastersounds (twice), G. Love, The Roots, The Beastie Boys, Phix, STS9, The Wood Brothers, Thievery Corporation, Medeski Scofield Martin & Wood, REM, and the Disco Biscuits.

I'll be recaping my weekend over at my music blog and Tao of Pauly. I'll also be posting some cool stuff on my photo gallery and uploading videos if you are interested in reading about my misadventures at the Langerado music festival, or seeing some clips of bands and other random videos.

Otis brought chips and cards, but we did not play one hand of poker. We managed one insane prop bet that GRob descried as a "Battle of Dumb."

Here's how it began. On Sunday morning, I reached my hand into the beer cooler. The night before was super cold for Florida and we left the cooler outside. When I dug a beer out of the cooler, it was ice cold. That's when I came up with an idea for a prop bet... who can hold their hand in the cooler for the longest?

We agreed to do the $100 bet at the end of the night after Phil Lesh's set. Sometime after midnight, we stumbled back to our camp ground and the RV. The Joker, GRob, and Otis agreed to participate in the bet.

Four men. One ice cooler. Hijinks ensue.

So who won the ice cooler bet? Check out the video for the results.


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Luckily, no one had to go to the hospital.


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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

The Ghost of Stuey Ungar and Katja Thater Wins Razz Bracelet

By Pauly

Just before sunrise, you can find the ghost of Stuey Ungar wandering the hallways of the convention center at the Rio. Somedays he's cleaning out the trash. Other days he's bartending in front of the poker kitchen. Sometimes he's dealing a satellite or standing guard near the cage. Most of the time, he's standing on the rail checking out the action in the biggest cash game in the room.

Stuey Ungar is the greatest NL Hold'em player of all time. And that's not a half-baked comment coming from a hack of a poker writer. The men that knew him and played with him are the ones responsible for bestowing that accolade. If you don't believe me go ask Doyle Brunson or Mike Sexton. They'll sit you down and tell you some stories about Stuey that will blow your mind.

These days, the legend of Stuey Ungar grows, thanks to plenty of colorful stories about the kid from New York City with a voracious appetite for action who took Las Vegas by storm. The gin rummy prodigy could not get a decent gin game and turned to poker instead. You've heard the ensuing stories. You've seen the awful movie about his life. You've read the amazing book by Peter Alson and Nolan Dalla. There are plenty of heroic gambling tales to go around and even several sad and pathetic ones. Those somber stories are told with a semblance of disappointment as the storyteller usually paints a desperate picture of Stuey in the years leading up to his death.

Did Stuey Ungar's self-destructive behavior kill him or was Las Vegas an accomplice?

Another player turned Stuey onto cocaine in the early 1980s. Players and gamblers used to do it because it allowed you to stay up all night to gamble. (That was before Red Bull aka cocaine in a can was introduced.) But a drug like cocaine in the hands of a monster like Stuey was what helped steer him to his downfall. It was bad enough that he limped through life with a serious gambling problem (sports betting, horses, prop bets, you name it) but when you add the affects of rampant drug abuse, you basically have a recipe for disaster. Instead of snorting a few lines in a bathroom stall late at night to stay awake, he was doing it more frequently. Before he knew it, he was a raging cokehead in a 24 hour city that profits on your every weakness. It's no wonder that several of his friends bet on whether or not he would survive his 40th birthday.

At the 1990 WSOP, Stuey amassed a monster chiplead and went back to his hotel room to party. His backer Billy Baxter frantically showed up the next day when Ungar was a no show at Binion's Horseshoe. Ungar suffered an overdose and could not make it to the rest of the tournament. He had a big enough lead that his idle stack advanced to the final table before he was blinded off in 9th place.

Sound familiar?

Flash forward 17 years later to the Amazon Ballroom in the Rio. For second time inside of two weeks, Vinnie Vinh's stack sat at his table without him behind it. He failed to show up for another Day 2. When he disappeared last week, rumors swirled around the poker community of his whereabouts and many of us pontificated about his current state. My gut told me he was strung out somewhere, probably close by, but millions of miles away from home.


Vinnie Vinh with the Ghost of Stuey in the background
(Photo courtesy of Ed from Gutshot)

I had seen it happen dozens of times before in my own journey through life. Some folks slip and when they slip, they dive head first into the deep end of insanity. Usually they are hopeless souls and no one can save them except themselves. The lucky ones stumble out of their alcho-narco stupor barely alive. And the weak ones? You show up at their funeral a few weeks later with a knot in your stomach the size of a basketball as you look this person's mother or wife or daughter in the eye and say, "I'm sorry for your loss."

I covered Day 2 of Event #30 $2,500 NL Shorthanded. Everyone showed up at 2pm for the restart except Vinnie Vinh. The field had plenty of big names left like Erik Seidel, Erick Lindgren, Mimi Tran, Hoyt Corkins, and of course Vinnie Vinh who was noticeably absent. The floor supervisor walked over to his table and opened up his sealed bag of chips. He quickly stacked them up before he left the table. Ten minutes later, I wandered over to see if Vinh had arrived. His chair was empty and as my eyes focused on a figure standing at the rail. I saw the ghost of Stuey Ungar.

The dealers began the process of blinding Vinnie Vinh's stack off. Since the tournament was short-handed NL Hold'em, his stack decreased at a faster rate.

"He's the tightest player left in the tournament," Mimi Tran joked as she sat at his table. "He hasn't played one hand yet."

He still outlasted twenty players and finished in 22nd place out of the 42 players who survived Day 1 and advanced to Day 2. He won $12,468 and did not play a single hand on Day 2.

Every ninety seconds or so, another person would come up to the media desk and ask, "Where's Vinnie Vinh?"

Players, media reps, and spectators bombarded me with the same question and that put me on tilt.

"How the fuck should I know?" I snapped a dozen times.

The constant interruptions were slowing down my work and then I'd get distracted again when someone asked the same question. The anger was slightly misdirected. The media reps were trying to get to the bottom of the story and besides Hellmuth trying to win bracelet #12, the Vinnie Vinh saga had become one of the biggest stories of the 2007 WSOP right up there with Eskimo Clark's waning health (which I'll discuss shortly).

I was pissed off because my biggest fear about Vinh became a harsh reality. Vinh was not pulling off a Hellmuthian psyche-out and arriving a few minutes late. He wasn't going to be coming in at all. I accepted that fact ten minutes into the tournament. He was a goner. But everyone else was brainwashed and honestly thought that good would triumph over evil and there would be a warm and tender Hollyweird moment where Vinh would swear off loose women and drugs for the rest of life and race into the room with his NA sponsor and his family cheering him on from the rail as he won a bracelet. That only happens on Lifetime's Movies of the Week.

Under the gritty lights of Las Vegas, evil always squashes good. Vinh was long gone, somewhere deep into the thirteenth hour of a serious bender. Crystal meth? Crack? Cheese? Cocaine? Pills? Booze? All of the above?

The last place Vinh was going to be found was at Table #72 in the Amazon Ballroom. You had better luck finding him passed out in the bathroom of the Oasis Motel. That's were Stuey Ungar's dead body was found in November of 1998 with $800 in his pockets. They say he died of a heart attack, but Stuey's friends would tell you that he died years before.

David "The Dragon" Pham walked up to me around 6pm. He normally wears sunglasses and slid them down as he looked me in the eye and said, "Vinnie didn't show up today?"

The gloomy look in The Dragon's eye told me that he already knew the answer yet he asked anyway.

"Nope. He got blinded off in 22nd place."

"What the fuck?" he said before he muttered something in Vietnamese and walked away.

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Otis walked over to me and shook his head.

"Eskimo just pissed himself at the table. He can't feel his left side," before he disappeared.

I had never seen Otis that upset before. He felt like everyone else in the room felt. Eskimo Clark should be in a hospital and not playing poker.

America loves underdogs. That's why sports movies like Rocky and The Bad News Bears and Hooisers send tingles down your spine when you watch them. Some of us were hoping that Eskimo Clark would win a bracelet a week after he collapsed in the Poker Sauna and the day after he passed out twice and held up Day 2 of the Razz event. The reality was a sad one. He was stuck. Big time. Most of his ralibirds were people that he owed money too. The man was moments away from the Angel of Death sucking out his last few breaths and the vultures circled his dying mass ready to get paid moments after he busted out in 4th place.

When I first watched the WPT first season and they panned the audience and focused on shots of pros, I thought that it was cool to have your peers sweating you and cheering you on. Little did I know, that those pros weren't there out of camaraderie. Rather, they were there to collect a debt or had they own piece at someone at the final table. It happens all the time. So when I see Johnny Chan wandering around a WPT final table set, my immediate thought is, "Who does Chan have a piece of?"

Jeffrey Pollack tried to talk Eskimo out of playing in the Razz event on two different instances. The first time was on Day 2 of the Razz event after he refused to be taken away by Clark County paramedics. Eskimo wanted to play though the pain. He had debts to pay. Before the final table started on Day 19, Pollack asked him to seek medical attention instead of playing. Eskimo declined again and said he was going to play through the pain. I heard a rumor that Harrah's made him sign a waiver which would not make them liable if something happened... like if he had a stroke or heart attack or died at the table.

Once again, the ghost of Stuey Ungar was on the rail of Eskimo's final table. I don't know why he owes money to others. I assume it's more gambling related than anything else. But borrowing money to chase a loss is probably the worst vice to have in Las Vegas. And when you're running bad in Las Vegas, you should probably get out of town. But a guy like Eskimo who is almost 60 years old is in a bad spot. What kind of job is he going to get that will pay him enough money to pay off his debts? He'd be lucky if he was able to find a crappy job that will help him pay the weekly juice on any of his debts.

He had to play. That was the only way that he saw he could climb out of debt. Even if it was going to kill him, he was not going to leave the tables. Bravado or pure stupidity?

Las Vegas is a place where desperate souls make desperate decisions all the time. If there was anyone who should have skipped a day and let his stack get blinded off, it was Eskimo. I hope that I don't see him for the rest of the summer and he gets the necessary rest and medical attention his weary body craves before he does any more damage.

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It's kind of disappointing that I'm writing about the Eskimo drama when Katja Thater should be the focus. She won her first WSOP bracelet in Event #29 and not only did a European win another bracelet, she was a female. Not too many European women have taken down bracelets at the WSOP and Katja Thater is one of them. She's also made a final table during the Ladies NL event and final tabled an event on the EPT.

"She's an excellent Stud player," her husband Jan Von Halle said. "She joked that she always got bad cards in Stud so she decided to play Razz instead."

Of course when I play Razz, I always get rolled up Kings or Queens. Katja Thater outlasted a tough field of 330+ players and endured the side drama of Eskimo at her table. Katja Thater was named to Team PokerStars last summer to help promote them in the German market. And now she's their latest bracelet winner.


2007 WSOP Razz Champion - Katja Thater
(Photo courtesy of Flipchip)

Congrats to Katja for winning a bracelet in one of the most sadistic forms of poker around.

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