Every day we wake up, head to the Rio, and watch as 2,500 or so dreamers shuffle into the Amazon Room, each convinced they're going to win the $10 million (estimated) first prize. And every day we've watched as 1,700 of them file out, one by one, defeated, bitterly disappointed, and convinced that they could have been the ones that won it, if only that donkey with the Jacks hadn't busted their gutshot straight draw.
Every day we watch as a bunch of B-, C-, and D-list movie stars stroll into the Amazon Room, dressed in baseball caps and sunglasses and commanding the lion's share of the attention from the gallery. And every day we've watched those movie stars slink out of the casino after two, four, or maybe six hours of play, breezing past the crowds and the booth babes who clamor for autographs and pictures.
Every day we watch as a new crop of poker professionals sit down at the felt amidst the nervous tablemates who idolize them. And every day we've watched most of them fall by the wayside. But they, at least, head to the rail with the air of people who aren't exactly devastated by their eliminations. They take their losses like, well, like professionals, and you can see them already regrouping for the rest of the Joseph Hachem. He's fourth in chips with $110,000, and is playing smart poker. He can play with a big stack and it will take a lot to get him off his game right now.
So there are my picks. And if none of them make it? Then I'm going with one of these guys.