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Big Hearted Harry

World Series of Poker, Las Vegas
$1,500 Limit Hold'em Shootout
Report by Barny on Saturday, 8 May 2004 at 5:42 am

Playing a one table satellite today I made a standard move, raising late then betting the flop with King high. The button, who had called pre-flop, showed his ace ‘That flop’s too low for me’ he said ‘I’d have played you if one of these had come down.’ ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ Say’s I. ‘Hell, I’d have played it,’ he answered. ‘There can’t be an Indian behind every tree. I’ve never heard it put quite like that before but I think that could qualify as next month’s pro tip. Mind you, there often is an Indian lurking behind the tree and it’s usually Ram ‘Crazy Horse’ Vaswani. (We’ve taken to calling him Lazy Horse lately).

In a previous diary I was complaining about how I nearly always seem to get chips early and play for six or seven hours before some disaster happens. I wished I could just go early and have an afternoon at the pool. Well, I take it all back, the way I felt after losing all my chips in the very first hand of the $5,000 no-limit I’ll settle for the seven hour slog every time. So, no complaints about yesterday’s $2,000 limit comp. It was business as usual as I amassed a quick twelve grand in the first four hours then never won another pot. In the same time Ram had built up to an incredible 40 lumps – almost average for the final – he too became becalmed and ended up going out a disappointing 20th. When he left Joe was close to the felt so he did very well to come back and finish twelfth. For both of them it was the second ‘cash’ of the Series. Well done boys.

My favourite moment in the game was when Men ‘The Master’ Nguyen had the temerity to criticise Sam Grizzel’s play. The dour Texan gave his standard reply: ‘You wanna play me heads up?’ For a moment I thought this had had the desired effect of shutting Men up. But his face was turning from red to blue to purple as he almost choked with laughter. ‘An hour ago you asked me to put you in the tournament, and now you want to play me Head up!’ he yelled. ‘What with?’ He ran around the surrounding tables repeating this over and over and forcing out ear splitting giggles. It was funny, and for once the sharp-tongued Grizzel had to be the silent straight man.

Today in the limit shoot-out it was another early bath for me as I failed to win a single pot. I decided to get in a bit of practice for tomorrow’s no-limit shoot-out playing a couple of one-tables. I got a bit lucky and split them both, which made me feel good. I don’t want to tempt fate, but for us the no-limit shoot-out is one of the best shots, and I‘m looking forward to it as much as I looked forward to the five grand no-limit. Ahh.

I saw the ugly side of uncontrolled gambling yesterday when I met Harry Demeitrou outside the Horseshoe. Harry had had a bet with a friend and the penalty for losing was that he had to let his mate’s four year old daughter choose the next car he bought. If you should happen to see a house-sized custard yellow Tonka Toy moon buggy eclipsing the neon on the Strip, tell big hearted Harry I said hello.

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