Some of this reverts back to yesterday’s post. I saw Pauly in the hallway, he was talking to Kristin and April by now. I took a picture of him, he looked like a retard when I snapped the shot. I told him so. He tried to argue but lost the argument when Suzanne Bourne appeared and said he did. (Suzanne used to work at Bellagio with me). It really was such a crappy picture of him that I won’t put it up…maybe I’ll give it to him next WPBT tourney. This one of him is worth spreading across the internet:

Of course I have the one at the Blogger’s Tourney on the 8th of this month, where he’s flipping me off. That’s what mental midgets do, they flip you off instead of having a quick come back (gotcha Pauly).

I went back into the tournament area, strolled around, took some more pictures, and decided I needed to know where the fine line was with taking pictures. I know CardPlayer has a monopoloy on everything, and somewhere in the fine mist that drifts off of the mountain waterfall, the rest of us get a teensy glimpse of the moisture, but where does the fine mist begin? I approached the tournament director, told him I wasn’t trying to be a problem, but what were my guidelines, since those two tables had no ropes or anything and they were right next to the day’s event tournament. He told me I couldn’t take any pictures of theses two tables. *Well, nah-nah-nah-nah, I have about seven already.* I simply said, “Ok. Thank you,” and walked away.

Now here’s an interesting twist. The night the final table of the H.O.R.S.E. event started, my friend, Dan Burch, was in the Rio and we crossed paths, visited, and I found him later, standing beside a monumental screen (that’s back was to the tournament area) and huddled in beside rows of chairs for the spectators, the screen was behind a set of bleachers. Everything formed a little barricade around the final table, putting us on the outside, about 30 feet away from the action. Dan let me stand in his place so I could take a few shots, it was awkward and I was too far away to get anything that was really good. About five minutes into my trying to get a good shot, a woman appeared in front of me, she was Harrah’s or press employed. She informed me that ‘they’ had sent her over, and I had to be behind the ropes. I was behind the entire bleachers and the big screen, stuffed between rows of spectator chairs and the big screen, and the person that spotted me must have seriously had nothing to do, because I was in a darkened area.

Everyone next to me, people standing behind me, looked around for the ropes. The poles and ropes were all pulled together into a neat, little, standing pylon about 10 feet away, off to the side – as in they were nonexistent as a barrier. Everyone informed her there were no ropes. Mike Sexton was seated in the second row of spectator chairs and he looked up as she started on ‘the ropes’ thing. I said, “Hi Mike.”

He asked, “How are you?”

I replied, “Behind the ropes.”

Everyone roared. She walked away.

It really was a joke. So she didn’t tell me I couldn’t take pictures, just that I had to be behind the ropes. The tournament director that told me I couldn’t take any pictures at all…I don’t get it. But I’m not going to argue with them. I just go with the flow and move along.

The night of the H.O.R.S.E. event, Mike Caro came up to talk to Mike Sexton while I was standing there and I took his picture in ‘night shot’.

So while I’m doing night shot, this is the cash, with the ‘bracelet’, but I couldn’t get close enough to even grab a great shot, nor could I manage to get around most people’s backsides (butts), as all of this was roped off and I sure as hell wasn’t invited in.

One thing that I’m not sure most people know, and it is kind of neat, when a tournament stops for the night, each player is given a big plastic bag, a piece of paper, and an ink pen. They throw their chips in the bag, with their name printed on the paper, and the bag is sealed by pulling off a strip and folding the bag over, it’s just like the old ‘seal-a-meal’ bags. The bags are collected by the floor people and locked away until the following day where the players either redraw for seats or return to their same seats. This picture is of an overhead screen, showing the bags dumped in front of the players…and yes, the players do their own dumping. *Yikes-that sounds bad*

Well all of the above was from the H.O.R.S.E. event. Back to the present. I found James Woods (HollywoodPoker) playing in a satellite.

Tomorrow is another day. I’m going to wait for it in the comfort of my bed, tucked away from the bright lights and noise of the city. G’nite world. G’nite Linda!