But are you ready for the life of a PokerListings.com reporter? It sounds fun - and it is - but there are a few twists and turns you should be ready for.
Read on to explore the typical day of a drooling penmonkey at the 2007 World Series of Poker in Las Vegas, Nevada, United States of America, Earth, the universe.
Yeah, it's true. There is an early shift at PokerListings.com - and it's at the crack of dawn. Auckland time. Are you in New Zealand? Try the lamb - otherwise, yeah, we start at noon. That's when the first card hits the felt if everything goes right; and in a city co-owned by the mob and Carrot-Top, what could go wrong?
So get your butt out of bed, intrepid reporter. If you have trouble defogging, look no further than your hotel room's blackout curtains - peel one back even a fraction of an inch and the glare of another Vegas noonday sun is sure to implode your retinae into frightened life.
Pull on your battered terrycloth robe and head for breakfast. You know how to say "breakfast" in Vegas don't you? Of course you do - it's pronounced "buffet." Nothing starts the day better than a plate of barbecued ribs, broccoli beef and cottage cheese. Go get 'em, Tiger.
But seriously, you're running late - and we've got poker that needs red-hot poking. Wolf down that third plate (eat up, kid - you're in for a long day) and hit the street.
That's where it all goes down: The Rio All-Suite Hotel and Casino - or "Rashac" as we affectionately call her. No we don't - that would be very stupid. It's not far, but on the way you may be tempted by some of Las Vegas' informative daily papers.
It is a struggle for any serious reporter to resist picking up the latest news on the way to work - and titles like "Vegas Personals," "Swingers" and "College Girls" make it darn-near impossible. Oh, all right, we have time to scan one article on advanced thong-o-dynamics, but just one.
Once at the Rio, you have a single destination in mind: those eerie "haunted house" slot machines. They're so colorful and scary - but you're going to the media room instead.
The Media What?
Yeah, it's pretty swanky. The throbbing heart of media coverage for the 2007 WSOP, temporary home to dozens of international media outlets, constant point of learned debate and celebrity interviews and buzzing nerve center of the most prestigious event in poker history. Well, basically some tables and some muffins. That's right: muffins!
This is where you'll spend every moment you're not on the tournament floor - where you post updates, upload pictures and trade insults with bitter, bitter rival reporters. Unless they know what's going on - then you've gotta be nice to them.
So set up your laptop, grab your camera and notepad (yes, hotel stationary is acceptable) and hit the door, because poop is about to get real. It's time to hit....
This is where it all goes down. If a convention center ate a football field and they had an airplane hangar lovechild (that's how they make lovechildren right, mommy?) it wouldn't be much bigger. It is packed with poker tables, elbow to elbow across the room. Plus there's a tent.
A tent? Yeah, apparently a convention-football-hangar-center wasn't enough to contain the biggest World Series of all time, so they put up a "pavilion" just outside the regular tournament room. "Pavilion" is French for "big crappy tent." Some players have boycotted the big top, but you must soldier boldly through.
Walk the floor, take down every hand and shoot each face. At every turn you'll brush up against poker deities, hear their cries and feel their sweat. It's awesome (and a little sticky), but don't stare too long. The people need to know what's going on, and they depend on you. So get it right.
Let's Get Intimate
That's right - this time it's personal. Maybe you caught a big name at a crucial moment, maybe the WSOP just crowned another bracelet... winner. With a bracelet crown. Or something. Anyway - it's time to get the story only PokerListings.com can get, with an interview.
Maybe Daniel Negreanu will take you into the high rollers' lounge, where you can record him and Gavin Smith prop betting hundreds of thousands of dollars on the roll of a Nintendo bowling ball. Maybe David Ulliott will try to take you home. It all happens.
Whatever happens, go with it, keep your cool and bring back the story. With new exclusive interviews every day, there is a tradition of greatness to maintain. So maintain greatness, or eat deep-fried clams with a chocolate horseradish tartar. Those are your choices.
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It's two or three in the morning, the day's events are done, you've entered your last earth-shattering update and you're thinking maybe it's time to hit those slots or marry a prostitute or whatever it is one does in Vegas, the "conscience of America."
Well, you're wrong. It's time to while away those boring hours you used to waste sleeping. You'll find there is no better feeling than putting the polish on a witty, informative report on the greatest contest cards have ever known while the sun rises over the sandblown Nevada mountains.
There it is on the horizon now. Noon will come early today.