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A Short Story in 5 Parts

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  • A Short Story in 5 Parts

    This was inspired by events that transpired last night in the WPO Round One event. Oil Doe and JoyBell, you know what I am talking about. This is the first part of five parts (all written already). I'll post one chapter each day. I hope you enjoy it....


    “Ho, Ho, Ho”.

    Its Dan Ackroyd in the drunken disheveled Santa Claus scene in ‘Trading Places‘. You know the scene I mean right? He’s drunk and has a bottle of booze in one hand and a hand full of roast beef in the other? It’s 8:30 at night, and the TV is on whatever channel was on when I turned it on. Probably Cinemax or HBO. Or whatever. Doesn’t really matter. All the cable channels play the same round robin of holiday movies this time of year. The same movies they played last year. And the year before.

    I’m sitting up on a hotel bed in the Gold Strike Casino in Tunica, Mississippi, having busted out 53rd in this years WPO main event. I barely remember how I got here. No, I don’t mean how I got to Mississippi or in WPO. I mean how I got back to the hotel room from the poker room. I remember the feeling of some gals light handed guiding touch on my elbow as she led me off the poker floor after I busted out. I remember her saying, as she put me in the elevator, “Now, honey, you ok?“. I remember the elevator doors opening to the floor my room was on. I remember how easy the credit card key slipped into the slot on the door to open it. I don’t remember turning on the TV, or anything else. Other then the sensation of floating. The sensation people say they get from shock. Not an electrical shock like you crossed a couple of live wires, but emotional shock. Our self preservation mechanism. Where your brain has some sort of chemical reaction to protect you from, from, from......From experiencing some horrific event that has just happened to you.

    There would be no reason that that scene in Trading Places should revive me, knock me out of that stupor. Except for one strange connection: I busted out on a hand to a guy named Jim Santa.

    This was my first WPO, and I was playing in the 10k NLHE Main Event. I had won my way in through a super satellite through a satellite. Before the start of the event, everyone is milling about and the nervous energy in the big room is incredible. I played some football, and this kind of reminds me of that energy before opening kickoff. Me, I liked to have that energy rush and quickly go play. I hated having to wait too long in the energy. Would drive me nuts. I’m anxious to get this thing started. There are about 6 of us from PSO who are standing in a circle making small talk when the announcement comes to take our tables. My friend Freddie who is also in the event, and must have noticed my nervousness, looks at me, scrunches his face and says in that wonderful Louisiana drawl of his “Don’t be skeeeeeered, have funnnnn”. I crack-up and relax just a bit. It’s the kind of thing that makes you realize it ain’t life or death.

  • #2
    Brunio Brunio where 4 art thou What name are you hiding under at PSTARS??? or whereever else you're playing

    Tony D


    • #3
      erm...brunoman I think.



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