Now, that's what I call a flop - K♦ K♦ T♦! It took a few seconds before anyone at the table reacted, but then there was a small uproar. The dealer looked like she was going to panic and screamed for the floor manager. The floor manager arrived and decided that the ongoing pot should be split by those who had put money into it, and that we probably should use a different deck of cards. We had been playing with that deck for quite some time, but no one demanded that we should start over from scratch. That would have been too complicated.
That was an amusing episode, but it would have been even funnier to have had K♦ K♦ as pocket cards. Or if two players had made the exact same flush with K♦ in their hand.
Otherwise there wasn't much excitement for me in the $2,000 No-Limit Hold'em event. I didn't even get to play with any big stars. For a moment it looked like Daniel Negreanu was coming to sit down at my table, but he turned around and went to another one. That would only have been a big tease anyway, since my first table broke after no more than a couple of minutes of play. At my next table I played with a guide who claimed to be world champion Joe Hachem's cousin, and another guy, called Willie, who said that he also knew Hachem:
"Tell Joe that you played with Willie, and he'll know who you're talking about," Willie said.
When it comes to the poker action, I never really got into the game. I didn't get very good cards, but that's no excuse. Good players don't need good cards to gain chips, but I just sat there, folded, and watched my stack, and my hopes, fade away. I think I won one hand and one split pot during the three hours I played. When I was moved to Seat 6 at Table 66, I knew my fate was sealed. Shortly thereafter I moved all-in with A-5, and lost to a guy with pocket 9s. Fair and square, and not even a bad beat story to tell. That's really sad, because people just love to listen to other player's bad beat stories. Or don't they?
And I actually outlasted Joe Hachem's cousin.