Just another day at the local gas station when out the corner of my eye I see none other then the Legend Doyle Brunson. He walks into the store as I'm paying and I tell him "Hello Mr. Brunson I'm a big fan". He smiles tells me thank you and I walk out to my vehicle. Immediately I'm searching for a magazine so I can ask him for an autograph when he comes out. I always have a ton of magazines and never miss an opportunity to be a fan boy. No magazines in the front seat, back seat or anywhere for that matter. MEGA TILT! Shortly thereafter he comes out of the store and I notice my Father is chatting up Texas Dolly. They both walk up and my Father tells him how I'm a major fan boy and I'm at Bellagio everyday. Doyle notices the Texas plates on the vehicle (oops was I suppose to change those) and asks what part of Texas are we from. After a short friendly conversation I tell him I would love an autograph but I can not find any poker magazines. He asks if I can pump his gas for him and of course I oblige. He proceeds to sit inside his vehicle as I pump the gas while my Father chats it up with him. After I finish I turn around to tell him Goodbye and he pulls a book out of a large box and proceeds to sign it and give it to me. We talk briefly about Bellagio high stakes in Bobby's room and he tells me how Todd is always at ARIA playing. I tell him my story of my Todd Brunson encounters (Another long story) he laughs and we bid him farewell. Doyle Brunson the GODFATHER Of Poker!
Brag: I met Doyle Brunson and He gave me a signed book.
Beat: He spelled my name wrong.
Variance: No poker mags equal the best book I have ever owned.
On a lighter note a friend that I showed the book to recently asked if I would ever sell it and for how much. I told him maybe in a few years for about Three Fiddy.
2+2 where have you been all my short three year poker life?!?!?!
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