The most obvious and main reason for my aforementioned condition is the W.S.O.P. The whole poker world is currently abuzz because of it. Everyone has at least one friend out there in Vegas right now who is about to play the main event or some of the preliminaries. My guy is a strong player who's been putting in work for years, totally bracelet-worthy and overdue as far as I'm concerned. He's a master of late/endgame play, so every time he runs deep I'm refreshing his blog like I've got money riding on it. I've briefly met tons of cool people through poker, but you know it's a weird thing with poker players and friendliness... for the most part everybody wants to be friendly, but no one is really there to make friends (and neither am I for that matter.) In the old days you weren't even supposed to ask a player his name. This guy is the only person that I have actually made an effort to stay in touch with, so of course I want to see him win the Main Event.
Speaking of winning the main event, I plan to do that too some day so I can be insanely hood-rich. Before that happens though, I would like to officially state for the record that I plan to give back to the poker community tenfold after I hit it big. By the time I'm an old man there will be various foundations, charities, and whatnot, but every empire must start somewhere so the first thing I'll do is put together my poker crew, The Stack Pack: a boisterous collection of notoriously broke poker players, fixed-up in dapper clothes, and traveling the circuit grinding out all the major tournaments with a shared bankroll. They would be provided with stakes, travel expenses, gambling money, spending cash and designer suits (to keep the crew looking sharp.) Everyone loves the fedora look, think Gavin Smith when he won his first bracelet.
The Stack Pack line-up will only include the most desperate of characters from the poker world including:
The great T.J. Cloutier
The venerable Paul "Eskimo" Clark
myself
squatter blogger extraordinaire LuckyJimm, and (my favorite) the most brokedest of them all King Niche. Maybe also Jean-Robert Bellande, but only because our press photos would look cooler with him in the background looking like our bodyguard. I have less respect for him, so he would have to carry our bags. He's got quite an ego, but I'm pretty sure he would want to crew-up with us though; I heard recently that he was broke again, starting over with a bankroll of $1,600 hustling pool.
If we could find a way to wrestle T.J. away from the craps table for a few days we might have a shot at winning a bracelet, other than that I don't really expect much in the way of results for the crew. The reality TV show would be a smash hit though. All my loses on this investment will be re-couped there, so long as I (rightfully) get that "Created By" credit and all its due residuals. If the producers feel that season one was too boring then I'll add Sam Grizzle to the crew just to spice things up. That could get scary though.
My ultimate goal for "The Pack" is for it to become an institution, and continue to operate long after I'm no longer involved. It will be a place where broke players can come to prove themselves (or to be humiliated on national television with all their leaks and tells exposed for the world to see.) My girlfriend gets credit for creating the sexier, less humiliating female version: The Rack Pack.
"The Stack Pack" is the best name I've come up with so far, but if you can suggest a better one... The Hat Pack? The Stake Pack? The Rake Pack? The Rake Back? ... by looking at us it should be called The Fat Pack... if Layne was involved I would obviously call it The Flack Pack
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I played a 175 sng the other day with Eskimo Clark. I actually chopped one heads up with him last year at LAPC He looks like he's made of wax.... My buddy just told me a story that he had a stroke at the table with 13 left in a tournament. He refused to go to the hospital. The casino made him sign something waiving them from liability. I'm not sure where he finished.
I heard about that stroke incident, and unless I'm mistaken he busted out in like sixth place. It was a Razz tournament and some people blame Razz because, well I don't know how much Razz you've played, but it makes you want to have a stroke and almost die. This is unsubstantiated, but he reportedly refused medical attention and self-medicated himself with coffee and chicken wings. That's the kind of man I want on my team.
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