(Yes, I realize the title of this thread is zero surprise)

long-ish story to follow....

Today at the wsop expo my buddy Mike and I saw Kenna James singing a country tune on the Aussie Millions karaoke setup. If that wasn't strange enough, the song ended with him and Dutch Boyd singing out the last chorus together.

After they finished, it looked to me like the perfect time to get Dutch to autograph a couple of playing cards (5-T offsuit....it's a "signature hand" of a home game I play in, and we have a ton of cards signed by a gajillion different pros...just for fun)

Me: "Dutch, you think you can sign a couple of cards for me?"
Dutch: "you want MY autograph?"
Me: "Yeah. I know who you are. I like to read your blog. Interesting stuff."
Dutch: "Right on"

(I hand him the cards)

Dutch: "What's with the five-ten?"
Me: "It's kind of a signature hand for a poker league I play with"

(I show him that I have a big stack of cards presorted into five-ten, hoping to assure him I'm not some douche who's just handing him 2 random cards out of a deck that have zero meaning)

Dutch: "Very cool. You know two red fives are my favorite hand. That's what I won my bracelet with"

(he then takes the stack of cards out of my hands and starts pulling out all the red fives - while holding them, he proceeds to sign the back of one of the cards, including with some sort of chinese looking symbol. He then puts the stack of red fives in his shirt pocket, hands me the signed card, turns his back to me and tells his girlfriend that he and Kenna want to go get high)

Me: "Hey there man, can I I have my cards back"
Dutch: "Do I own you money?"
Me: "Uhhh. No?"
Dutch: "Well autographs aren't free" (w/crazy eyes darting all around)

(turns his back to me again)

Me: "Dude, uhh, you must have me confused with someone else. How about you gimme my cards"

(turns back with a 'seriously I just may start throwing my own feces' sorta look on his face)

Dutch: "Well do you have a business card?"

Me: "What? Uhhh, Yeah, actually." (thinking this dude is fuggin nuts)

Dutch: "Well give me your business card, and I'll trade you these cards back"

(I whip out my business card and hand it to him)

Dutch: "Thanks man!" (hands me my cards along with a business card for the company that makes those electronic dealer buttons and goes back to talking to girlfriend about plans to go get high with Kenna)


To summarize: This dude is fuggin nuts. I can't even tell if he thought he was just being funny by trying to keep the cards, trying to be "tough" by keeping the cards, or just plain "I haven't taken my meds" Dutch. The whole experience made me and Mike walk away scratching our heads....

Sounds like PokerSpot is back on track imo

You get quasi celebrity poker players to sign cards for you and he's the one who's nuts?

standard dutch

this confirms everything i have ever thought about Dutch

Thank You

Yes.

http://www.dutchboyd.com/blog/2006/1...heck-this.html

another story

we were on our way to voodoo with sorel and couple others
dutch walks up with his people and they invite us all up as they have a table
we get to the table to see 2 bottles of patron and 2 bottles of goose

ty dutch....
ship it

overall dutch is ok in my book :-)

danimsta?

Seconded. I've always thought Dutch was a tool box who fails at life big time. I mean he's certainly funny in the I-like-to-read-stuff-by-him-or-about-him-because-he's-the-poker-world's-caged-chimp kinda way.

This is yet another confirmation. Here's hoping he walks into a grease fire someday....

Why would you want dutch boyd's autograph?

wow you guys are a bunch of dickheads. read this link before you make fun of the poor guy.

man landed on the moon btw

You realise that this "poor guy" stole lots of money from poker players right? I mean, by now he might be finishing his jail time if the company was ran from the US instead of the bahamas or wherever.

He deserves no love, whatever his excuses for being bat**** insane.

He is one strange cat. He's often articulate and is clearly smart -- but he's weirdly unbalanced. I played with him in a tourney one time and he was utterly rock-still for an entire level. He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and I didn't see it move even slightly for the entire ninety minutes. He didn't say a single word.