#821 – 2009 WSOP #79 – Vegas on $2,000 a Day #16 – Busted, or How I Saved Full Tilt $10 Million

Full Tilt has been offering, as far back at least as 2006, $10 million to any player on the site who wins an entry to the Main Event and then wins the World Championship. I’ve had people tell me, “Oh, that’s an illusion. They pay you out over, like, ten years.” I don’t care if they pay me out over ten MILLION years. That’s a lot of fuckin’ money.

For the third time, I won my Main Event entry on Full Tilt. And for the third time, that ten million dollars is safe from my clutches.

The end came a lot quicker than I expected. I probably lost more than I should have with pocket jacks preflop, but I was in the big blind, it was folded to the small blind and …. I’ll spare you the rest. (Actually, there is no “the rest.” That’s the story.)

For the third time in four years, I busted with pocket jacks. You think I’d have learned my lesson, but I didn’t realize until after I busted and looked through my prior blogs that I busted with jacks in 2006 and 2007. Maybe I’ll remember for next time, but I doubt it.

I walked from the Amazon Room numb, as usual. I walked to the Undisclosed Location which is usually buzzing with players. But not then, ‘cuz they were all playing. The only people in the suite were four employees of Uncle Tilty and none of them said anything. It’s like they put a wall of invisibility around me, though more likely I put it around myself.

I left the Convention Center and followed my usual ritual after busting out of the Main Event: wandering around in a piteous daze. I knew I’d feel fine the next day – today – but I needed to burn off the time until I was tired enough to go to sleep and put it all behind me.

Luckily, Las Vegas has a place to go when you feel like a worthless loser. It’s called The Fremont Street Experience. After hanging out downtown for awhile, I felt almost disgusted enough with myself to resume my life. But only almost.

I stopped on the way home at Port O’ Subs and picked up a two-foot long hoagie that’s still sticking out of my refrigerator this morning. While they were making it, I spied a chocolate brownie on the counter the size of a paperback novel. Polishing it off before I even got back to my car, a was sufficiently nauseous that I could allow the healing process to begin.

Today is Shauna’s last day in town and time to catch up on a lot of half-finished blogs. I’ll probably be all (or mostly) caught up during the time they play Day 2-B today and we have Thursday as an off-day. Expect a lot of posts over the next couple days, and my return to the Amazon Room and the Undisclosed Location – as an observer and reporter (sigh) – by Day 3 on Friday.

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