It was nine days ago – the WSOP November Nine

Little Miss Time Management never seems to keep up with everything and the pages in Table Tango reflect that.  Nothing has gone up since I ventured out with the statement that I was going in to watch the November Nine at the Rio.  I did go.  I didn’t stay long.

As in years past, my media spot was in the press box at the Penn & Teller Theater.  It’s a shitty location to try to see anything from other than the tops of the heads of the spectators and press seated below – and the big light bars that wrap around everything and obscure any part of the final nine table/players/action.  There are a couple flat screen TVs in that area that zoom in on the action but…

And it’s always cold as hell up there, like trying to hang out in a dimly lit icebox with chairs and a table.  The internet connection was slower than molasses also.  And in years past there were 20-30ish media people up there, this year there were about 8 when I packed up and left.

The theater wasn’t that crowded either and there was no line waiting to get in when I left.  I think the ESPN time delay live showing killed the livliness of the event.  Just sayin…

It was early, I picked up my son Darian and the Riot and we went to eat, after I took them home, I went back to the comfort of the condo that Gary and Marie so graciously allow me to stay in when I hit town.  They were up, watching football games on one TV and the 15-minute delay of the WSOP November Nine on another.  I took a bottle of wine and went to their condo.  It was great.  We visited, I got a great look at all the table action, it was toasty warm, the company was fantastic, and we watched until I ran out of steam and headed off to sleep.  They were down by three players — I think — when I left.  Marie stayed up and watched until they got to heads-up.

The following day we went to The Orleans and played $4-$8 limit hold’em with a 1/2 kill.  It was a blast.  One of the dealers used to work at Bellagio, Susan, and she came through my table.  I lost, won one small pot, played very few hands and when I did raise once, 14 players came over from other tables to call.  I didn’t even pay off on the river when the 2nd 7 hit, I had an overpair, but just the way his lips started flapping I knew he had a 7.  He was funny and I ribbed him as much as possible.

They have a high hand of the hour that starts about 2 p.m. and the little hispanic guy sitting on my right said he won it back to back one time (you have to play the hour to collect) and still lost $500.  I loved playing with him.  I got to see his hand once when he showed me that on a flop of K-Q-3, he didn’t make anything with A-9 by the river and had to fold.  Damn!  Bad beat kiddo!  He was cheerful, on the donation trail, but I took the wrong turn and left loser and had a great time doing it.  It’s the first time I’ve played live in almost a year.

So Marie and I hit the buffet and went back to their place to watch the final two play off for the WSOP Main Event championship.  The zoom on final hand was incredible and Ryan Riess got my vote for not trying to hide his emotion as he waited to see if he was the new champion.

The following day, the 6th, we went to breakfast and I was heading for home.  They have no wifi access other than smartphone access so I pretty much ‘unplugged’ for two days, that was worth a million or so in my book.

I have no noteworthy pictures to add to the pages here other than an incredible sunset I took a few nights ago.

desert sunset

I haven’t been back to the due to time constraints but hope to start playing there again by the weekend.

And there’s a new View from the Box up, with more on the way.

Back soon…I hope.

About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!
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2 Responses to It was nine days ago – the WSOP November Nine

  1. Ten Mile says:

    Happy to see the up-date. Amused to see the TV had better press than the playing field.

  2. Hey TM, I think the press thing is a catch 22. Obviously poker needs all the good coverage it can get to keep building up the game but the conditions in the theater viewing takes all the personal out of the whole picture because you can’t see anything that would throw you into the emotion those guys are going through. Hell…I’d be sobbing like a big baby if I got to that point, and that’s what the cameras are trying to show. At some point it may just come down to family and a few friends and cameras picking up all the fine points.

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