Whether this was the expected registration or not for Bellagio’s Five-Diamond First Event Finalists, the room was very busy and games everywhere. Satellites were running for tomorrow’s tournament. Nice little buzz and lots of noise and chips going on.

Players conversing in one game said there were no high limit games running. Absolutely UNTRUE. There was a $1,000-$2,000 Mixed early in the evening, All of the low and middle limit games were running. $200-$400 Pot Limit, half Omaha, half Holdem early in the evening, changed later to $1,500 -$3,000 Holdem and Pot Limit Omaha. $400-$800 Mixed and action, action, action. Stop in and see for yourself, talking it up doesn’t quite do it justice.
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The half Pot Limit Omaha, half limit Holdem game had two Dealer buttons, one for each game. Confusing as hell. A player could miss a blind in one game and not have missed it in another. They played with a Forward moving Button in the Limit Holdem session. Could be a new rule is in the making at Bellagio. This seems to be where it all starts…high limit.
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The champion head-butter, the one and only record holder to ever take out an employee that was minding his own business doing maintenance, in one of the Bathrooms at Bellagio, is back…that would be Curtis B. He played on Friday night, acted as if nothing had happened and took control of the game by telling Lyle B. that he didn’t have to post to take a hand when the Mixed game went to Holdem. Nice that he now makes the rules too.

Overheard conversation between the Curtis and Ralph P. Curtis relates that what he did was uncalled for but the Maintenance Person was working in only one stall and the whole bathroom was closed. Curtis should have been allowed to use one of the stalls. The Maintenance Person got in his face and Curtis just leaned into him and hit him with his head. Hello headache!

That is Curtis’s way of justifying his bad behavior. It would be too simple if he would behave like a responsible adult and act like other people had rights and feelings also. Suppose we knocked someone out every time they told us we couldn’t do something or better yet, just get a gun and shoot them for doing their job. Hell, there’d be so many dead and wounded lying around we couldn’t walk across the street.

How did Curtis get back in? Good question.