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#426 – “You’re Uncle Tilty” Report – Part III
There was another class of tournament suggestions, which involved not inventing new tournaments but modifying the rules of current tournaments. Major General, who won one of the top prizes, made the brilliant but simple suggestion that tournament tables break in numerical order. That both mirrors live poker tournaments and introduces another feature that lets players exercise their relative skill.
Rolo, from the Netherlands, suggested that FTOPS events start that more Euro-centric times. As Full Tilt grows internationally, this is a sound and smart idea. In fact, Full Tilt has been increasingly doing that with each Series of FTOPS, starting events at 2 PM Eastern time in the U.S. (which is the absurd time of 11 AM in the hinterlands, a/k/a Arizona) because that works out to 8 PM Central European Time.
But Rolo isn’t satisfied and I think his additional demands are unrealistic, like the idea of breeding a cow to taste especially delicious and engineering it to have the power of speech and thought, only to serve as a waitress in the restaurant that will slaughter and barbecue it. Rolo owns up to being 42 (which means he’s probably north of 60), “old enough to not be able to stay up all night playing poker without suffering some consequences. Consequences like being a zombie at work for at least 3 days after the dreaded night.”
Rolo doesn’t want to start playing at 8 PM, because “it might take up to about 8 hours before you reach final table, which will be 04:00 CET. assuming I am going to be at that final table (and why not?) I will be too sleepy to have a real shot at winning. And besides that, my boss has a distinctive dislike for zombies.”
So Mr. Rolo, who I presume operates a bus in the Netherlands, suggests that FTOPS tournaments start at 8 AM EST/2 PM CET on Saturdays and Sundays. “Then the final table might be finished just before midnight, European Time, and I can win it AND be in bed in time to be fresh at work on monday.”
Rolo, I’ve gotten used to be more than twice as old as the average Tilter and I’m seven years older than you (as in “seven years of bad luck”). Therefore, I think I am qualified to offer some advice.
Ditch the job. We’ll all be happier and you can finally get some sleep, as soon as you turn over those chips. In the alternative, learn to deal with missing some sleep. To modify the famous edict of the late Warren Zevon, you can sleep when you’re broke.
