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Before I even start "Brittfish14 Goes to the WSOP" (sort of like the Grizzwalds, but only slightly fewer family members), I want to let everyone at Hollywood Poker, both staff and players, know how incredibly thankful I am for all your support. Every player on this site should get playing and win an HP-sponsored trip, because these people are the friendliest, most accommodating folks I've ever come in contact with.
These guys have all gone above and beyond the call of duty for me. And to the players who have lent their encouragement and enthusiasm, both in the poker forum and the tournament lobby, you guys are the best. Your support has helped carry me through the shark-infested lagoon that is the Amazon Room at the Rio, home of the WSOP. HP is a great community/playground. I'm almost sorry we have to take each other's money : ) Finally, to the lovely Hollywood Poker Diamonds, thanks for taking me in and making me feel like one of the famous girls. What fun I had with all of you.
Enough with the sincere gratitude, let's talk poker. I have just returned from the middle portion of my three part 2006 WSOP adventure.
- Part 1: The Ladies Event & $1000 No Limit Hold 'Em
- Part 2: 36 Hours of Satellites
- Part 3: The Main Event
I want to keep everyone as up to date as possible, so I will give a brief overview of Everything so far before I launch into the details. As many of you already know from the poker forums, I busted out of the Ladies Event but the very next day made it into the money in the $1000 No Limit Hold 'Em tourney that yielded a field of 2891 players. That did it. I am now poker's bitch. This was the most fun I've had since Miami won its first National Championship. I cannot get enough.
Convinced I had enough poker sense to at least hold my own with the big boys, I returned to LA determined to find some way into the main event. Unfortunately, the seats to be won online were basically gone and the card rooms in town were dead. Right now, the bright center of the poker universe is an unbelievably massive room, deep in the heart of the Rio's convention center. So, two days ago, in a burst of spontaneity, I booked my southwest flight, got the last room at the Rio and headed to the desert. 36 hours later, I have more tales of unluckiness and bad beats (which I will share with you oh so shortly), but no actual seat. Alas, unless I can pull off a miracle by Sunday, it appears I will be reporting to you, my hopefully soon to be loyal readers, as a spectator.
I know that I didn't really talk poker. This was simply the outline; the bare facts. I promise, all will be revealed and soon, but now I must sleep. It is after midnight, the adrenaline is gone and Fido (yes, his actual name) is curled at my side. Sweet dreams and pocket rockets to you all.
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