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Jesse May in Las Vegas |
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WSOP tournament director Matt
Savage maybe gets smarter by the day. I dont know. But he continues to
amaze with his skills as a tournament director. Its not just that his
tournaments run smooth, they do, but everyone looks good when things are going
like clockwork. Where Matt Savage really shines is in the eye of the storm,
like one of those big game quarterbacks, when everybody has lost their head and
chaos threatens to reign. Savage makes the pressure decisions that later on,
when everyones calmed the hell down, theyll look back and say, oh
yeah. Of course. The crazier things get, the calmer he is. Its wild to
watch.
Its 2:30 in the morning after fourteen hours of the $5000
limit Holdem event, theyre down to fourteen players, and its
fair to say all hell has broken loose. The official tournament rules say that
play will continue until 12 rounds have been completed or the final table of
nine is reached, whichever comes first, but theres always an option open
for continuing beyond that if all players agree. And theres been a
general acceptance all night that theyll keep going until nine players
because for one, the final will be a TV table and everybody knows that if they
have to come back tomorrow and play until the final table is reached and then
break for the ESPN interviews then its going to add like an extra four
hours to the day and two, because everybody really wants to play the $3000 no
limit Holdem event in the morning, especially if theyre short
stacked and will be out in twenty minutes of resumption. But its not like
the event theyre playing right now is small potatoes, theres over a
million dollars in the prize pool and $325,000 for first and the payoff scale
is steep all the way down, with fourteenth through tenth receiving only minimal
profit off their investment and then the final table shooting way up place by
place up the board. To make matters more interesting, out of the fourteen
players left only one can be considered a comfortable stack because Johnny
World has left the other thirteen in his wake while terrorizing the tables to
amass 280,000 in tournament chips and the rest are all considered perilous,
with most on about fifty or sixty thousand in chips, bunched in a crapshoot and
nobody except the World rightly able to say whether or not theyll be the
next one out when the limits go to four and eight thousand. Even the short
stack, Austrian Martin Pollack, whos on 14,000, has to think that if he
wins his very next hand, his equity has suddenly skyrocketed from ten thousand
guaranteed to a possible three hundred grand. So the tournament has reached a
perilous, very perilous place indeed, and when the question goes out at 2:30 am
whether or not the players should continue, its fair to say bedlam breaks
loose, because not only is everyone too tired to make up their mind, but half
the players cant decide whats in their best interests.
At
first everyone wants to continue except shortstacked Martin Pollack and the
chip leader John Hennigan. Then Hennigan says hell play one more hour
only hes voting no until he votes differently and can smoke one
cigarette, and now Jim McManus says hes not sure. Jims seeing
through a big fog of fourteen hours and hes got TJ in his ear telling him
that they have to play the no limit event tomorrow, and David Chiu is shouting
for another hour, and TJs telling Pollack that theyll ship him and
his short stack back to Austria and half the table is joining in, and over the
course of ten minutes everyone is yelling and screaming and then finally when
it looks like everyones caved to peer pressure and is ready to play then
Ellix Powers stands up and takes off his earphones and says loud and firm,
Fourteen hours is too long I object! and, Deal around
me if you want to! and for five minutes more its a three ring
circus and it stays that way until Matt makes his decision.
And Matt
Savage was calm and cool and sounded out all opinions. He let them rant and
rave for a good fifteen minutes and even though he knew how much easier it
would be on himself and his staff if they played until the final, he went back
and forth between the two tables and then made his decision, clear and firm.
Were stopping, he said, silencing TJ. Its a big
prize pool and its the players money, and if someone goes bonkers
in the next hour blowing off chips theyll be all hotted up and it
wont be fair. And now it seems like, of course, that was definitely
the right decision, but he had to overrule ESPN and four players and eight
bleating sheep, and you can believe that out of everyone in that room, they
were all too tired to count to ten much less make a good decision regarding
their money except for the big game quarterback, and so Matt Savage made the
decision himself, with no turning back. It was nice to see.
And even
after the chip bags are sealed, Jim McManus cant figure out if hes
supposed to buy-in tomorrow anyway and try and play both tournaments, and
hes sounding out opinions and having trouble with the fog, and Matt
Savage says soothingly, Jim. Forget tomorrow. Youve got a great
shot in this. Believe me. And you can say oh, yeah, of course hes
right, but at the time in the bedlam it really wasnt sure. I was there.
Things get strange after fourteen hours of grueling concentration. Things get
real strange.
Things were strange because tomorrow is a new day, and
people will wake up and realize that the result isnt set in stone yet.
Because anybody who had the misfortune of playing with Johnny World Hennigan
for an extended period of time had to feel like they were playing for second,
because from about ten pm on, he just thrashed them. Clocked them with no
mercy, with no hands, and with no regard. At about one thirty am, he summed it
up with a wry smile after taking a big pot. I wasted all my good cards
earlier, he said. Now its time to run over you with
nothing.
Last night was a night to watch Hennigan in his full
form, at his most terrifying. Hes baldheaded and likes to throw up his
hands in a wry gesture of, how sick is that, which hell usually do with a
slight smile and slow laugh while raking a pot with some of the most bizarre
cards to grace a limit Holdem game. And hes capable of doing it for
hours. During the hands, the World sits immobile, he stares straight ahead and
down at the flop while the chips come out of his hand in a mess sideways, like
he didnt mean to bet but did it instantly anyway. The longest he ever
takes with his decisions are a second and a half, and you can never tell
whether its bet, raise, call, or fold, its all done in silence and
quick as a lash. Unreadable, unpredictable, and wild to watch.
Australian Jeff Lissandro comes up when its all over and bemoans
the hand when World raided his chips. Ive got jacks, he
laments, and Hennigans three bet and reraised and Ive got him
right where I want him until some god awful straight hits the river and he
turns over seven-eight. Ugly! he says. Pitiful!
The
ones left in are survivors, to be sure. Theyve survived the onslaught and
can wake up tomorrow and hope a new dealers in the box. Like Jim McManus,
who held on for dear life, and TJ Cloutier, who knew how to avoid the noose.
David Chiu looks now to be a threat, he was down to the cloth, only had a few
chips, but comes up on eighty thousand with only minutes to go and then walks
over to the World and points to his stack as if to say, look what youll
have to deal with tomorrow. John Hennigan just laughs. McManus says to Chiu,
Didnt I knock you out? Nearly, says Chiu.
But now Im back.
The story of the tournament, the buzz
of downtown Las Vegas, however, is dreadlocked Ellix Powers. A Brit on the rail
said, that guy looks familiar, and then after a few minutes, Ive
got it! I was playing 4-8 with him last year and he had his bankroll on the
table, some thirty buck tank with worn clothes to match. It seems Ellix
has come up the hard way, hes been a fixture in Vegas for years, living
on the streets and grinding in the smallest games while just trying to stay
alive. He caught a touch some months ago and never looked back, and now
hes buying into all the big tournaments with three WSOP payouts already,
has new clothes and a Walkman and is grooving in tune to the rhythms of the big
money. No one can say he doesnt deserve it.
Four days only until
the Big Dance begins. Zombies are walking around downtown Las Vegas, and the
next two days are the biggest mirage of them all. Theres two big events
left in the $3000 No Limit Holdem and the $5000 Pot Limit Omaha, but the
price you have to pay for playing them both could be far more than the buy-in
fees. Its time to rest up, to focus on the dance, and the wise ones will
be saving their energy for the $3.5 million. Its an obstacle course to
get through seven days and two thousand players, and theres a minefield
to be evaded before you even hear the starting gun
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