Please just pull me aside next time, sometimes I am fixated on getting somewhere and I would never intend to be rude.

I definitely didn't hear you or I was on my way to start of a Venetian Deepstack and my mind was somewhere else.

Pics From The War Room 2

Greetings everyone,

Now that my initial co-pilot has walked off into the desert sun with only a trash bag of belongings to make something of himself I now have the hotel room to myself and was able to decorate properly....

I feel a more "home like" atmosphere will increase my performance at the poker tables.

This is my friend Jamal. I met him some time ago at The Detroit Electronic Music festival currently known as "Movement" and although Electric Daisy Carnival week is filled with mostly bad commerical djs, Jamal still wanted to come out for all the pool parties and after parties. I trust Jamal with my life, so it's obviously going to be his job to watch over the Groucho disguises, switchblade combs, American flag sunglasses, and the piece of "Party Poop" I brought that floats well in swimming pools and disgusts unsuspecting groups of people.



In honor of Officer Sullivan, I thought it would be appropriate to order a police officer uniform and creepy pig mask to wear to a club one night or at least walk up and down the strip. I am sure I will make the LVPD proud.



Now, you might think, "Why does a grown man need stink bombs?"



Stink bombs are used on groups of women at a pool party or club that reject you and your friends. If they are at all classless about the way they reject you, you slyly drop the small glass container on the ground as you are walking away and step on it. Then, you hurry over to another group of girls and ask, "Want to see something funny?"

Within a minute the girls that rejected you will be flipping out and they'll already see you smiling and laughing with another group of hot women.

This teaches them the lesson that they should have talked to you.

When you have found women who are not shallow and are looking for maximum on value on fun, then and only then is it time to pull out the animal masks and turn the party into a god-damn zoo.



You bring 100's of these to the party since they're so cheap and you give them to all the kind men and women who would like to be a part of the joyous atmosphere you were creating.

Within a hour or so you will completely own the party you've decided to attend.

In addition to that myriad of items, I've also decided to up my game when it comes to hat selection. I feel it's important to diversify my look a bit, so I now have four hats to wear...

Osama Bin Killed
You Mess With Me You Mess With The Whole Trailer Park
Back To Back World War Champs
Beacause 'Merica That's Why



Finally, you can never go wrong with a viking helmet....these sorts of things always come in handy.



I hope this post only continues to increase your confidence in my ability at the poker tables.

I've got to get to putting the finishing touches on some more trip reports/stories for you all now.

Over and out,

-LG

Tuma

I met him in a cigarette smoke filled, reg infested, dark and dirty poker room located on the bottom floor of Motor City Casino Detroit. The first time I spoke to him was after he lost a $28 pot to what looked to be a homeless black man that had wondered in from the street. The scoundrel didn't win the hand fair and square, though. He announced two pair after the river checked through, and like any good person Tuma believed him and threw his small pair into the muck.

As Tuma's cards hit the pile, the smelly person who appeared to be homeless man started laughing and showed 7/2 offsuit. Then said something like, "Ain't there to be some kinda reward for winning a hand with 7/2? I think I did see some **** like that on TV or somethin. Enraged more about the angle shoot than the money, I saw Tuma storm off to the bathroom and I excused myself from the table.

I waited for Tuma by the bar, bought him a drink, told him to forget about all the scumbag angle shooters that play in Detroit casinos, and then we got onto talking about the movie "13." This movie was about a Russian roulette tournament where people enter for a chance to win a million dollars. Which had got me to thinking, so I asked Tuma, "How many people out of ten in this casino right now do you think would play a game of Russian roulette for $10,000.00?"

Tuma laughed and said, "Probably everybody."

"No way." I replied. "But, I bet you the figure would be something like four out of ten."

So, after discussing the thought for a while longer we decided to take a walk around the casino. It was morbid, but exciting to look at people and determine whether they'd take a 1/6 chance at blowing their brains out for one stack of high society, otherwise known as $10,000.00 USD.

Eventually, Tuma became disgusted with the fact that I thought only 4 out of 10 people would take the chance of dying for $10,000.00 and said, "Look man. If they announced over the radio that you could enter a room, pick up a gun that has six chambers, pull the trigger, and if the only bullet in the gun doesn't blow out your brains, you get 10k...there would be a line out the door man."

"Would you do it?" I asked.

"Fukk no." He replied.

"What about for one hundred thousand man? What about a million?" I asked again.

"Dude, no. Just shut up. Money doesn't make me happy." He seemed to be going on tilt.

"Well, if money doesn't make you happy, why in the **** are you in a casino man? Why don't you go plant a tree, write a poem, read a book, or watch some Tv man? Why play poker?"

"I enjoy the challenge of the game." He said.

"Can you beat the game? Are you making any money?" I asked.

"Yes." He said. "But not enough to satisfy my friends, family, or any woman I want to marry. I need to move up to $2/$5 No Limit Hold Em cash games or give up the dream and I need to do it soon."

I could tell the man was being genuine when expressing his sentiments and I knew I had a big road trip to Las Vegas coming up. So, in need of a co-pilot I asked, "Would you like to take a chance and come to Las Vegas with me? I'll be there for 45 days, you can either make enough to move up to the $2/$5 game or go broke trying. You'll have no other expenses, but food. What do you say?"

Tuma accepted my offer, on one condition, and that was that I let him pitch in a little money for gas+hotel. So, we both hit the road a week later and drove from Detroit to Chicago to St. Louis to Tulsa to Albuquerque straight into the bowels of the devil known as Las Vegas.

While driving we bonded and exchanged poker stories, psycho analyzed one another, and had many interesting conversations about history, life, politics, religion, sex, drugs, women, etc, etc....

When it came to poker, we both started out doing incredibly well at the cash games. It was looking like two bulls were trampling their way to Las Vegas. Then once we finally got to Ballys, Tuma ran into some incredibly bad variance, and even got one-outted on the river in a huge pot.

Which is enough to crush any man's soul.

In fact, at The Aria I once flopped pocket queens full of tens into quad tens and then pocket queens full of eights into quad eights a hour later. The flops were 10/Q/10 and 8/Q/8 respectively. Those losses promptly sent me to the blackjack table where I lost $5,000.00. After that, all I could do was eat two pieces of delicious chocolate cake to calm my fat ass down, then take 4 Excedrin Pm so I could sleep for half a day.

I know the type of pain and suffering a true one outer on the river can bring.

So, when Tuma told me, "I am giving up poker." I believed him.

What happened afterward is what was truly astonishing, though. For three days straight this man brought a book to the Bally's poker room and cashed in for $10.00. He then proceeded to sit at an empty poker table, shuffle $10 worth of chips, and just read. I think he might have been trying to work an angle on the hot cashier because every time he'd cash out, he calmly slide the $10.00 to the cashier, wink, and say, "All large please."

After watching this behavior for three days, I had to know, "Why in the **** are you coming to the poker room to read a book and shuffle $10.00 worth of poker chips man? What the **** is wrong with you?"

Tuma said, "I thought I was coming out here to be a professional poker player. But, I've realized that gambling hasn't ever brought me anything good in life, so that's why I've quit."

"I get that." I replied. "But why come to the poker room to read a book? If you're going to come to the poker room, why not take a shot with what's left of your bankroll?"

He replied, "Listen man, this trip is no longer about me taking a shot, it's about me coming out here and learning to say 'No.' In the past, I would have lost everything by now. This time, I'm going to be going home with more than half of what I brought out here and I'll have beat all my addictions. When you see me reading the book in the poker room and shuffling $10.00 worth of poker chips, that's me proving to myself that I can still say 'No", still be safe, right in the eye of the fukking storm man. Do you get it?"

"Not only do I get it, what you said is poetic man, can I write that in my blog?"

"Yes," He said.

That conversation took place a couple days ago and yesterday I stumble back to my hotel room drunk only to find this letter left written on my MS WORD....

Hey man,

Had to bounce and I'm terrible with goodbyes, so it is what it is. I also took that book with me; I'd tell you that I've been on a path of self-discovery for a long time and found my conclusions written at-length in it, but that doesn't really matter.

If it's any condolence, you get to have my face soap from the holy land, half a stick of women's deodorant - which if you can access The Anarchist Cookbook circa '96 you'd likely be able to make a bomb out of it. There's also my Omaha XS baseball bat which is indestructible and I'd actually like that back someday so long as it's not an accessory to crime. I can genuinely say I didn't touch or take anything else, nor did I consider it - it's not in my nature to do so, though I did ruffle through your bathroom goodies looking for hair conditioner while in my New Mexico stupor. You can kick me in the balls someday for the book, but I warn you they're huge and made of steel, and your piggies will surely skip the market and head directly to the infirmary without passing go. :/

I owe you many thanks, some for the obvious, and of course being a strange cat myself, the obscure. I've spent most of my life in financial prosperity and have carried most of my friends at one point or another in the way you carried me, though to a much greater extreme. I knew this trip would be a variant of failures for me, if only because I typically get depressed when away from home, two+ weeks in Vegas is absurd, and poker even at it's peak has never been fulfilling. I had to crush the dream to focus on real life, which as much as I've tried I'm not quite ready to abandon. So thanks for letting me crush my own dreams.

This trip has obviously been a series of tests for me. I'm manic depressive and while I've been healthy for a while, I still needed to go through the drag to find out if my illusion of health was just that. I used to hold absurd grudges. I used to have a fortress built around my psyche - I appeared a standoffish prick to many, and those inside the castle walls were subject to constant manipulation and everything else that wears on healthy relationships. I couldn't make new friends, and was effectively a hideous person inside on a lot of levels. Some of the stuff that happened on this trip historically would've set me off - one being denied a hotel room key in two of the stops - which from a distance seemed hilarious, and up close was a test to see if I could shrug it off. I did with no problem, and chalked it up to the quirkiness and the speed of events embodying us all. I was also reasonably certain you intentionally left your key in the room when I was twice in a deep sleep mid-day. It's in my nature to be an idiot like that, not you, though today may cause re-consideration of that. I hold literally no ill-will for any of this stuff.

I know a bit where you come from. You began psychoanalyzing me somewhere in tornado-ville, and I believe you stopped because you concern yourself with things of actual tangible importance. I on the other hand day dream and solve stupid puzzles all day, one of them was you. At first I thought it was supremely foolish to wear a costume to draw attention. But then I saw how much fun people had when talking to you, how you made them laugh, and how their day was certainly better off having engaged you, which has made me reconsider some of my own social patterns. You are right that once you make someone laugh, you can talk to them about anything, and you do that better than most. The Poland guy may have been the best part of the trip. But I also remembered one of the first things you said about your Dad, the Manson shirt thing, and it all came together why you dress as white trash. I think that's awesome.

However, I hope (this is a disengenous word, because I don't actually care) you're able to strip off the outfit someday if only to make a deep emotional connection with a girl. Your Grandmother isn't going to be around forever. I've had very few deep connections in my life too. It's scary, but it's the most uplifting thing in the world. Also, being genuine is one of the keys to happiness that I've discovered.

Thanks again for everything. You're an awesome guy and I genuinely enjoyed your company. I would've come out with you all through the first week had you asked, but I learned more by myself, and I'm sure you presume I didn't want to come out because I myself didn't ask.

It's all good, brother, I mean it.

Thanks for taking me to the top of the stratosphere and letting me enjoy those three rides.

You were right when you pointed down to the city beneath me and said, "All this can be yours, you can own this city if you're willing to put in the work needed to beat the cash games."

But, I am searching for something more Lotgrinder.

I no longer want to own anything.

While you were staring down at the weaklings you will surely trample at the poker table, I was staring off into the desert sun, and I've decided to head out that way and make something of myself.

I would have invited you to join me, but you have a World Series Of Poker to win.

May the bull continue to run wild and I pray your kicking leg will lack in dexterity when you see me.

Your friend,
-Mike

Thats the best blog poast youve written about this trip.

I dont rly care if u wanna take a shot at 5/10 if the other stakers are down

Ionno abt the stink bombs man, not sure if youre serious abt them or not, you can be funny w/o that.

I think my name on the main event list needs to have a "only owe me x coz i owe u x from first package" thing next to it

Really looking forward to your other posts!

Oops, yes....you only owe $82.00.

Some things in my writing could be fiction added in for entertainment value.

Most of it's true, though....

roll that $15 into the main, the 5/10 shot... whatever. if you do play the main I'll ship the extra $35 for a .5% piece

Focus is the main event.

I've got coaching from goldenbears (glen hall) and riverman (matt flynn) lined up..plus aesah/dgi harris from pg+c forum and squidface from lvls forum on my side.

Looking to sponge all the info I can, combine the new skills with the ones I already have and patiently wait for plus ev spots in the Main Event to build my stack.

I won't have to be the best at the table, just smart enough and patient enough to wait for the right spots and be humble enough to know who I can outplay and who I can't.

When will you be visiting Parx? I'll stake you.

Sometime in July or August.

You can pm me with numbers/details and I will save the information.

You should like Parx, it has its flaws but the poker room is quite large and only a few years old. Lots of casuals and regulars at the 1 2 and 2 5.

This whole thread is classic material. You are the Tucker Max of poker. If you don't know who Tucker Max is you should find his books and read one of them definitely right in your wheel house.....anyhow, since I am super entertained and I believe in your game from reading various posts I will take 1% of you in the WSOP ME. Follow me on twitter @taylortayl26 and we can dm. AND....don't forget to answer my original question about the dude calling a few hundred on the river with Q high when he missed his OE str8 flush draw??

Tom McEvoy once said "You have to survive long enough to give yourself a chance to get lucky." One of my favorite poker quotes and I hope it suits you well.

Take $50 of what you owe me for Package 1 and roll it in to the Main Event package.

Take the other $8 and buy a beer.

Hey bud, what's your paypal name so I can transfer $ for .5 % the ME. Cheers

WSOP Main Event Stakers

lotgrinder- 25% ($2500)
rponeal- 1% ($100) You just owe me $71, since I owe you $29 from Package 1.
Spectral Fury- .5% ($50)
Dgi Harris- 1% ($100)
Bubonic Play- .5% ($50)
polarbeat- 1% ($100)
exec771- .5% ($50)
rolledup222 .5% ($50) You just owe me $21, since I owe you $29 from Package 1.
TheTank .5% ($50) You just owe me $21, since I owe you $29 from Package 1.
zima421 .5% ($50) I OWE YOU $8 from Package 1.
Shain67 .5% ($50)
Senor Bendito 2% ($200)
You just owe me $82, since I owe you $118 from Package 1.
el rata 1% ($100)
er7eman 1% ($100)
laxxed .5% ($50) I OWE YOU $8 from Package 1.
nogoodtoday .5% ($50)
card08 .5% ($50)
Batpoker .5% ($50)
pquest99 10% ($1000)
nutsbusted .5% ($50)
deke71 .5% ($50) You just owe me $21, since I owe you $29 from Package 1.
thelipofund .5% ($50)
epcfast .5% ($50)
noseeds99 1% ($100)
TommyD 1% ($100)
thedinergetsby 1% ($100)
You just owe me $50, since I owe you $50 from Package 1.
noseeds99 1% ($100)
hfrog 1% ($100)
lighttower21 1% ($100)
iplaywasted .5% ($50) You just owe me $35, since I owe you $15 from Package 1.
tmade 1% ($100)
Riverman T.B.D % (Coach)
Goldenbears T.B.D. % (Coach)

$5,600.00 Total So Far

Going to take to Twitter+Facebook soon to try to get this wrapped up by June 25th.

Stakers from Package #1 who I still owe money:

So far I've made $1429.00 in tournament cashings.

acdawg712- 1% ($15)
nbajam- 2% ($29)
rodgethat-2% ($29)
jcorb- 1% ($15)
Kyle R. -4% ($58)

Let me know what you want me to do with your earnings guys.

Stakers who missed the Venetian Deepstack, but still got me funds for rest of tournies:

Mrtimclaum- 4%
grindh0g day - 3%.
mightyredzood- 2%
Dankness- 2%

(Keeping you guys on this list, because if I piece off something magical, it will not be forgotten that you believed.)

I want to wait until I have at least $7,000.00 staking secured before I start in-taking people's money.

I'll have to check out who Tucker Max is, I've been hearing a lot about him.

I appreciate the faith you have in my game and will use your $100 stake wisely.

Onto answering your question about this hand...

AQsuited mp +600

($hitty 2/5 reg sets down, makes fun of me for not completing a small blind, about ten minutes go by and I get AQs, raise it to $25, and he calls me OTB to play heads up and says "I've been waiting to play a hand with you." Flop is A/Jc/10c, I bet out $55, he callls. Turn is a brick, I bet out $150, he calls, river is also a brick, I bet out "all in"... he calls and shows Q/9 clubs, gets irate, and leaves casino.)

OMG, I labeled the flop wrong, the flop was K/Jc/10c !!!!

Also, the best way to chart hands when playing poker is like this on your cell phone or ipod....

Ak HJ +35 3! $85 and no one called.

Translation:

Ak in the hj, initial raise to $30, I 3bet to $85 and no one called, which led to a profit of around $35 from the hand.

J10s OTB -5

Translation:

J10 suited on the button, limped pot, I limped in, bricked flop and had to fold.

AA Utg + $70 (R to $35, 2 callers, cbet and won.)

Translation:

Pocket aces under the gun, I raised to $35, 2 callers, I cbet on the flop and both folded so I profited $70 from this hand.

I've found that I can chart hands for six to eight hours before it becomes tiresome.

I've also found that the way I chart them still allows me to play at about 90%-95% optimal level. It doesn't distract me too much. Obvsiously the bigger hands, you can fill in EXACT details when you get home about the hand/post it for commenting or save it to talk about in your next coaching session if you have a coach.

Hope I answered your questions...

Sorry it took so long.

Just called out Phil Galfond...

I bet he ducks "The People's Poker Champ" and skips town...

https://twitter.com/Lotgrinder/statu...26608982859776

Subscribing. Phenominal thread.

Best of luck BULL

"Watched u during the WSOP Heads Up event, I've found a way to exploit u. I'd like to play heads up for rolls, I got about 1k"

I may have to put more of my bankroll on the line to get into The Main Event than I desire....

If I go near broke I'll be coming to Parx afterward for that cash game stake.

My chart at $1/$2 + $2/$5 is currently at $20 a hour over 500 hours.

Lost my old phone in March and had to start a new one.

Also, software I use on phone doesn't allow me to post screen shots...will actually post the chart later tonight or tomorrow when I have a buddy take a pic of it with his phone.

Might as well post some tangible evidence that I can beat a $1/$2 + $2/$5 game.

After parx I really think you should check out Delaware park. I think you would have a good time and make some good money.

Sent from my LG-LG855 using 2+2 Forums

LG, put me down for 1% of your main, this thread is awesome.

Go broke? Seems you have enough to hold you for a while, but I'll definitely stake you in 1 2 and maybe 2 5 if my carbon check actually comes by July.

Not even a huge live player, but this Mr. America bit adds extra incentive, haha.

Oh and put me down for .5% in the main, at the least.

B.B and T.H.

The first time I met the man was in 2013 The World Series Of Poker Event #14. It was a $1,500.00 buy in and you started the tournament with 4500 chips. The blinds started out at 25/25, but by the time I played my first hand against him they were up to 50/100. The tall, dark haired man that looked to have played some sort of high school sports raised to 300. It folded around to the table fish on the dealer button who called and I was sitting in the big blind with pocket kings. I quickly re-raised to 700 and both insta-called.

The flop came out draw heavy with a JcQc7h. I was holding KcKd and I lead out 800, the original raiser called, and then the fish on the button raised to 2100. Fearing that the tall, dark haired man who sort of looked like Ben Roethlisburger could have flatted me with AA, QQ, or JJ, I decided to fold. When he shipped the pot all in, I thought for sure I had made the right fold. Then, the fish on the button folded his hand even though he had well over 50% of his starting chips in the pot.

Anxious to know what the man sitting next to me had, I said, "Show one time please."

The man looked me dead in the eye and replied, "Usually, I don't show my hand, because I'm playing the game with men, but since both of you that were in the hand with me are pussies, I guess I can make an exception."

The menacing looking man turned over 8c5c and started to laugh as he raked in the pot.

I was furious, I had just blew my 66% chance at an easy double up. Even though I refused to go on tilt and waited patiently for a pair of pocket 10s to shove all in on, it was clear when the same man called my all in with A/K and binked an ace on the flop that I was not meant to win WSOP Event #14.

I thought about the hand the entire day, in fact, I even lost some sleep over it. When I woke up the next day I figured I should head back over to The Rio to see if the man who felted me used my chips wisely and made his way to the final table. I wasn't surprised when I saw the man sitting there with a mound of chips. As I started to approach the rail a middle aged man approached me and said, "Hey Bull, sorry my friend had to take you out yesterday, he was sad to do it, he's a big fan of your blog."

"Really?" I said. "What's your friends name?"

He said, "That's Blake Bohn, we're from Minnesota, he just got done winning The Ante Up Midwest Championship Main Event."

http://www.anteupmagazine.com/news/b...main-event.htm

I said, "No shhite? That's awesome. What's your name?"

"Tom." He said. "What's yours?"

"Justin." I said. "But your friend just refers to me as a pussy, I can't believe I folded that hand to him early on in the tournament."

"He was just joking around." Said Tom. "He meant no harm by it, in fact he'd be delighted if you walked over to the rail and let him know you're watching him right now."

So, I decided to walk over to the rail in my Apollo creed robe, switched the blade on my comb, pointed to Blake and yelled, "Hey, nice to see you took my chips and made it to the final table, if you don't fukk things up and win this like you're supposed to we should hang out later."

Blake quickly got up to what I thought was maybe to beat my ass, but then he extended a handshake and told me that he was a big fan of my writing. I wished him luck, then he proceeded to sit back down at the table and put on his stone face. Eventually, Blake went on to take 2nd place in the tournament and netted around $300,000.00.

When I saw Blake and Tom walking out of the tournament area I stopped them to congratulate Blake on his epic performance and was promptly open hand slapped in the face. As I was stumbling back, Blake said, "You don't congratulate someone on a 2nd place finish in a bracelet event you idiot. It's kind of like Ricky Bobby in Talladegas Nights. 'If you're not first, you're last.'"

The man had a point so I calmly walked away as Blake and Tom were shaking their heads in disgust. I thought, "Boy, I really fukked that one up."

Then the next day I went to play poker at Bally's and Blake's friend Tom was sitting at the table drinking some Glenlivet. I initially wanted to change seats out of fear of being slapped again, but it looked like Tom was in a good mood so I decided to stay. It turns out he is a Seven Star Total Rewards member. I found this out when a young lady sitting next to him said she was cold and Tom called the floor man over.

I watched Tom pull out his Total Rewards card, instruct the floor man to go get him a blanket, and when the blanket arrived he gave it to the young lady. I had never seen anything like that and thought, "Wow, how hosslike and awesome."

I wanted to ask him how he was able to pull that off, but he seemed like a "Speak when spoken to" kind of guy at the poker table. Finally, him and I got into a hand with one another and he said, "Now Bull, you know Blake and I both love you, but don't be afraid to take our money if we ever get into a hand against one another."

I ended up winning the hand and was shocked when he congratulated me. He then went on to explain that Blake had just lost his cool and was really sorry about slapping me. Eventually, a dealer sat down that was giving Tom a hard time. An argument ensued and the floor man was again called over to the table.

As Tom was about to be issued a warning, he said, "I know the best way to solve this, watch." Then Tom took a green $25 chip and pelted it off the dealers chest.

"What was that for?" The dealer screamed.

"It was for you to take, put in your tip jar, and just shut the fukk up and deal. You got it? I am just going to tip you after every hand to shut your mouth? Does that sound fair?"

The dealer replied, "Yes." Then got back to dealing at a furious pace while flipping the cards to each poker player with pinpoint accuracy.

Tom looked at the floor man and said, "Is that good enough for you?"

As the floor man walked off back to his desk I asked Tom if I could buy him a drink at the bar. He said, "No, but I'll buy you one, lets go have a talk."

I found out Tom was a business man from Minnesota and had plans to play The World Series Of Poker Event #29. I also found out he places so much action here in Las Vegas that he could practically live in any hotel for free.

After a couple drinks he asked me, "So, why did you leave Ford? I read the thread you made in the 2+2 staking forum, I believe everything you said in it. What drives a man to want to leave a job like that and wonder America in a wolf shirt?"

I explained to him that I grew tired of being nothing more than a number that's punched into a time clock each day and that I no longer wanted to be a willing part of the corporate death machine they call capitalism.

I explained that if I had any chance to make money outside of having a soul sucking job, that I wanted to take it now.

So, I decided to give poker one last shot, hit the road, and blog about things that are important to me.

I said, "Following that path brought me here and now I'm sitting right here with you. Where will I be tomorrow? Who knows? I could go broke tonight and not have enough to pay for my hotel stay anymore."

"How long would you like to stay here?" He asked.

"Until July 15th." I said. "It's now my goal to win The World Series Of Poker."

After a few more drinks, Tom had me add his name to my room.

The next day, he came to Ballys and talked to the Seven Star representative and got my entire stay until July 15th comped.

A few days after that, he went on to place 26th in WSOP Event #29.

Congratulations to Blake Bohn and Tom Hammers on your tournament winnings.

Looking forward to partying with both of you soon.

Over and out,

-LG

What's with all these people slapping you? He didn't get a bracelet, just 300k, boo hoo. O.o