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#518 – London 2008 #25 – Million Dollar Cash Game – They Say an Army Travels on Its Stomach
There’s a brief break in play at 3:35 PM. Patrik Antonius, a few minutes ago, privately and very quietly asked the tournament director, Barry Mundee, if he could order a sandwich, which he’d step away from the table for a few hands to eat.
When word leaked out, you’d have thought there was a hobo convention at the railyard.
Just about everyone at the table put in an order. I heard Hellmuth ask about some onion delicacy that’s a specialty of the UK. Someone asked if sushi was available.
I assume these guys ate a few hours ago. And we have a break scheduled in a little while called “dinner.” but we’re waiting to play until what will hereafter be referred to as “Snackgate” is resolved.
A bunch of big kids, that’s what they are. With big appetites.
At dinner last night, Phil Ivey handed his closed menu to the waiter and said, “Just picks something out for me.”
“Sir?”
“Anything. Just pick out anything for me, something not spicy. I just eat because I have to.”
I didn’t hear whether he put in an order but he’s, at most, the only one.
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