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#463 – WSOP Notebook #36 – Chased from the Compound

Posted by Editor | Filed under My Life, WSOP 2008

I’ve been slightly delayed in my mission to complete my accounts from the World Series of Poker and watch the action as they play to the final table. It seems I’ve been running for my life.

First, companionable though I consider myself, I’ve been warned now on multiple occasions that I’ve made enemies at this World Series. Initially, there was the matter of my table dispute with an allegedly mobbed-up poker player. I had just about put that out of my mind, though in a separate incident another opponent invoked the Italian Evil Eye.

Now there’s this entirely separate business of Devilfish – or, as I like to call him nowadays for the record, Mr. Ulliott, or simply “sir” – declaring war on me. “You’re really in for it now,” a countryman of Dev told me. “I heard he’s been to prison for beating someone up, then he beat someone up in prison.”

Ugh.

Far as I know, Ulliott has left the country. Not to mention he’d actually have to read my blog to develop a beating-inducing hatred. And I don’t say that to infer anything about his intelligence …. It’s just that I saw him hit on Phil Gordon’s wife at a poker tournament so it’s hard for me to predict exactly what he’ll do.

I suppose none of this relates to my current problem, though, which is that my beloved Compound is crumbling around me. With just a week to go on my lease, having already negotiated the repair of a broken toilet, loss of electricity in both bedrooms, and blinding sunlight pouring into the master bedroom at sunrise, my landlord, I suspect, has disappeared.

Yesterday, there was a notice stuck in my door from the cable company promising that the cable would be disconnected if the owner did not make immediate payment. The notice is printed though there is plenty of ink-smudged, exclamation-point-heavy text in the margins. The word “disconnected” appears three times, double-underlined in black ink on each occasion.

I sent the landlord an e-mail, “FYI”, I said. I don’t watch television and I have a separate internet connection if need be, so I let the Countess know just for her own information about this.

But this morning, when I turned on the water to take a shower, I discovered that the water had been shut off as well. I went online – cable internet still in place, it appears, at least for now – and noticed that my previous e-mail had not been answered.

So, primarily to myself, I wrote the following:

Your Highness -

It was with much surprise that I discovered the water service has been interrupted. NO WATER!!!!!!!!! [To readers of the blog: nine exclamation points is the magic number.] Please attend to this immediately, as I have to find another place to bathe. As you can imagine, this is a great inconvenience.

P.S. – Are you actually the owner of this “flat” or are you possibly the nominee of the actual owner? And do you happen to hail from Hull, England, by any chance?

So I’m sure you can imagine the multiple sources of my delay in coverage. Here are my plans: (1) To find someplace to take a shower; (2) To play the Venetian event today [it's a long story but, trust me, it's an involved quid-pro-quo for getting bathing privileges]; (3) To write about that experience [as I'm hoping to find satellite-room quality competition]; (4) To write about the remainder of my Day 2-A experiences, which do not include hand descriptions and pissing and moaning but some very fun stories; (5) To write about the remainder of my earlier-WSOP experiences, which including many interesting things I simply haven’t gotten around to describing; and (6) To toddle over the the Rio and cover the remainder of the Main Event, assuming Devilfish isn’t lying in wait for me.

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