It seems with poker that every time we get good news it’s countered with some bad news as well. And that happened this week as well–just a few days we all tuned in to ESPN to watch Joe Cada win the Main Event WSOP Commissioner Jeffrey Pollack announced that he was stepping down. Pollack helmed the World Series of Poker the past four years and in that time the WSOP enjoyed record-breaking attendance every year, even in the face of the UIGEA and a global economic meltdown. More than just about anything poker players love to complain, but the last two years people were often hard-pressed to come up with something to bitch about. Pollack always seemed to keep an open mind and was receptive to new ideas, proof of which can be found in the positive changes that took place under his watch.
First and foremost of those changes was the decision to delay the Main Event final table until November. That wasn’t exactly a popular move when it was announced (I wasn’t a fan at the start) but there’s no denying that the November Nine brought far more attention to the final table than it enjoyed in years past, the TV ratings jumped dramatically, all the players who made the final table got to enjoy a flurry of media attention (and the chance to score some endorsements) that were often enjoyed by just the final few at the end. There are still those who don’t like the delay but Pollack and his team took a chance, tried something different, and from the scene at the Penn & Teller theater you can’t deny that it generated a lot of excitement.
Pollack often stressed the word “WORLD” when discussion the World Series of Poker and he helped take the brand international with the World Series of Poker-Europe. Moving the WSOP across the Pond was another controversial move that has paid big dividends, with stellar fields and huge prize pools that attracted many European pros who don’t come to Vegas for the Series. Not that fields at the Rio lacked an international flavor–during last year’s Series players from 115 different countries took to the felt. Those countries, and their triumphant native sons and daughters, were honored thanks to another change that occurred under Pollack’s watch, the daily bracelet ceremony where the previous days winners were brought up on a dais in the middle of the Amazon Roo, introduced to the crowd, and then everyone stood for their national anthem. It was a cheesy-sounding idea that ended up being, to my mind, a huge success. It gave the fans a chance to take pics and gawk at the latest poker champion and when the anthems were played just about EVERYONE stood. Don’t discount how remarkable it is to see 2,000 poker players doing the same thing willingly, especially an act of respect.
But for those who aren’t as enthused about such touchy-feely moments Pollack oversaw some changes that had some real meat to them. A few years ago some players complained that the WSOP was turning into the “World Series of Hold-Em” many non-Hold-Em game were added to the slate, including the $50,000 H.O.R.S.E. event. There were a number of mixed-game events, some of them with low buy-ins to attract more players to these games. If I recall correctly the $1,500 H.O.R.S.E. event (where my friend Lana bubbled the final table) had close to 800 players. 800 players for a H.O.R.S.E. tournament, that’s remarkable.
From a personal standpoint Pollack was always a friend to the poker media. Many poker scribes have a slightly, ah, irreverent take on the poker world, yet Pollack not only let us do our thing, he actually seemed to enjoy the freewheeling aspect of much of the coverage. And he wasn’t one to duck the media when things weren’t going good–on what Pollack described as the most difficult day of his career, the day when Harrah’s had to turn away hundreds of players on Day 1D of the Main Event, Pollack walked over to Media Row after the contentious meeting with the shut-out players to chat with us about what all went on. He talked about the decision to not allow alternates, or an impromptu “Day 1E” at night, or to squeeze the players into any open space they could find. And he was very resolute when he said, “This will not happen again next year. We will find a way to fix this”.
And so it’s too bad that Pollack won’t be around next year to see that those changes are made. In their initial statement Harrah’s said that there were no plans to replace Pollack, which to my mind in ominous. As I’ve already said Pollack was always open to new ideas and was responsible for some of the major positive changes to the WSOP over the last four years. If there’s no plans to replace him, that could mean that Harrah’s either thinks that the WSOP is good enough as it is and is content to coast, or that they think innovation isn’t something the WSOP no longer needs. Jeffrey Pollack brought more than an almost Continental-chic to the role of WSOP Commissioner, he brought a creative and entrepreneurial attitude to a game that is often quite hidebound. In an interview he did with Wicked Chops Poker Pollack said he wasn’t sure if he would stay in the poker industry, and it sounds as if he won’t have to wait long before taking on whatever challenge catches his fancy. Hopefully the World Series of Poker won’t find itself missing Jeffrey Pollack more than he misses it.
Seven players left and we’re an hour into the coverage. Expect fireworks!
Peter Eastgate sitting with Doyle Brunson, after Eastgate blew off a photo session during the WSOP that had Doyle steaming. Hopefully the young buck made amends to the Big Poppa.
Phil Ivey folds pocket Jacks to a re-raise from Antoine Saout holding pocket sevens and it’s like the world’s turned upside down. Did I just SEE that?? Apparently Ivey doesn’t speak French, even when it comes to non-verbal communication.
Jeff Shulman doubles through Joe Cada and leaves the youngster with just 1% of the chips in play. 2 million. 5 big blinds. Oh well, gg, right?
Interesting approach by Jeff Shulman, setting up a nine-handed table and having players simulate how his final-table opponents will play. I’m not sure how folding pocket nines to a raise from Phil Ivey fits in there but it’s kinda hard to simulate Phil Ivey.
Can’t be a good feeling to be all-in for your tournament life and it’s Phil Ivey holding the door open for you. But it must be an awesome feeling to see that final card fall on the river and know you’ve doubled up and have new life. Which is just what happened to Joe Cada as his pocket fours held against Ivey’s A-8.
Antoine Saout was kinda the forgotten man of the November Nine, in large part because he’s French. But there were three Frenchmen who went deep in the Main Event and for a time it seemed like half of Media Row was from la belle France. Seriously, during the WSOP I’d say that more than half of the media in attendance was from across the Pond. It’s an international game, believe it.
I like apples, they’re tasty and nutritious, but Phil Ivey might be the first person since Adam to make eating an apple look cool. Unfortunately, as with Adam, eating an apple was unlucky for the best player in the world. All-in with Ace-King and dominating Darvin Moon’s Ace-Queen, the flop had a Queen in the door. After an obligatory Mike Matusow expletive Ivey continued munching away on his apple and waited to see his fate. And then that was that and hearing the keening from the audience you’d think someone had died. And then the ovation as Ivey walked off the stage and the complexion of the final table took a sudden turn. Up to then you had the impression that everyone, including the other players at the table, were focused on Ivey. With him gone everyone realized that someone else was gonna win the title.
Gotta say this for Darvin Moon–the guy wasn’t afraid to get his chips in the middle. He didn’t turtle and try to fold his way up the money ladder, he was blasting away with both barrels. And he sure didn’t fear playing Ace-Queen, cards that are considered a diabolical trap-hand by many players. Then again if you flop a Queen to beat Ace-King, as Moon did to Ivey, or river an Ace to beat pocket Queens, as Moon did to Steve Begleiter, it gives you a bit more confidence with those two cards. Good Lord, Darvin Moon runs good.
Hey, there’s Tony, the head of security at the WSOP carrying the briefcases of cash! When the Stanley Cup came to the Amazon Room for the NHL Charity Event (shortly after my beloved Penguins won it) I thought about running over to hug it, but the thought of Tony tasering me and then tossing my body in a dumpster held me in place. Probably would’ve lost my press pass, too.
Wow, Joe Cada won with pocket threes to Jeff Shulman’s pocket Jacks. I guess we all have one big double-up like that in our poker careers…
Nice to see ESPN showing Joe rocking the UB logo before the November Nine was set. Do we hold a grudge against Joe for signing with PokerStars the enemy another online site? Not all all, we’re all bigger than that.
And then Cada quickly doubles when Moon decides to bully and finds out you can’t bully a guy holding pocket Aces, as Cada was. Moon’s K-9 is the equivalent of bringing a knife to a gunfight and Lon McEachren uses that word, “Destiny”, for the first time to describe Cada.
Jeff Shulman doubled through Cada but couldn’t win that next big hand to catapult him into contention. He lost a race with pocket sevens to Saout’s A-9 and sometimes that’s how the end comes, with a whimper not a bang. After playing so many hours in July, then dealing with the hype and the waiting, to have it end on the losing end of a race has gotta feel both crushing and anti-climatic.
I should say here that the COVERAGE tonight hasn’t been anti-climatic. It’s been great, especially when you consider they turned this around in just a few days. Standing O to the ESPN team, great work all around.
Once again Ace-Queen takes center stage, as Eric Buchman tried to shove Saout around but ran into the Frenchman’s Big Slick. I believe that was the biggest pot up to that point, Saout was the first player close to 90 million. And somewhere my French journo friend Benjo was going nuts.
Man, Moon like putting his chips in there. Calling about 25 million with KING-JACK?? CALLING with it. Holy crap on a stick, what hand can you be ahead of there? Buchman had just lost a big hand, sure, but he still had enough chips to put a hurt on Moon. But he made the call, flopped a straight draw, turned a King. Cada and Saout had to be praying “Oh God (Mon Dieu), let me get Aces just one more time against Darvin. Just once…”
Here’s something you should know about the final table you’re watching–it was the longest in WSOP history. They played for nearly FIFTEEN HOURS. So it’s not like they were throwing haymakers all day. But it’s amazing how quickly these massive confrontations develop. Like the one between Cada and Saout, as Cada shipped in his entire stack holding pocket deuces and then looked sick when Saout said “Call”. You’re hoping you’re in a race, instead you find you’re crushed by pocket Queens. And then you flop ANOTHER SET to wriggle off the hook. Extraordinary…there’s luck, and then there’s Luck, and then there’s LUCK. At some point it almost has to become embarassing.
But not before Cada spiked a King on the river to knock Saout out of the tournament. Look, I’m a patriotic American and all, but I kinda wanted Saout to win. The poor guy played great, suffered the slings and arrows with an esprit I admired, but in the end he could not overcome Cada’s golden run. Sometimes it just isn’t meant to be, and for a poker player that has to be very, very difficult to accept.
Funny that Moon consoled Saout by saying “it should’ve been me and you” and Cada told his friends “this is the tournament” during the Ace-King vs. pocket Eights race. Neither seemed to think much of the other’s play, or it might’ve been be nervous bravado. Who’s to say.
Heads-up play begins to a full house. My friends covering the event said the line stretched from the Penn & Teller theater all the way back through the atrium and down the long hallway past the business center. For those of you who’ve been to the Rio you know that’s a freakin’ long line. Like three football fields, maybe?
I really thought the heads-up match would be over quickly and Moon’s rush to start things off did nothing to change my mind. He won a huge pot with QQ to Cada’s pocket nines (Cada probably felt fortunate not to double Darvin up) and then after Cada flopped top pair Moon check-raised with air yet made a pair of Queens on the river to take the pot and the chip lead. That had to stagger Cada, to be dealt a pocket pair and flop top pair yet lose the both pots.
Cada righted the ship in a hand where he won the pot with a huge 35 million bet on the river that had Moon thinking. We now know Moon had fourth-pair to Cada’s top two…hey, Moon might’ve called! And then, once again, we see Ace-Queen come into play, with Moon raising with Ace-Jack and Cada re-raising with AQ. Moon then stood and shoved 25 million into the pot and what do you do? It’s Ace-Queen. You’re dominated by lots of hands, you’re racing a pair…Cada mucked. “I had a monster,” Moon said, not exactly true, and Cada said he had a huge hand too. But the confrontation was averted.
Cada no doubt thought he was the better player and the longer the match went the better his chance at victory. Yet it’s hard to be patient and play small-ball when your unpredictable opponent keeps pushing chips forward. Cada had to bring all his skill and experience to the fore, and that’s what we saw in the hand where Cada regained the chip lead. With the board reading 10c-5d-9h-10d Moon made an all-in raise and Cada, after thinking a bit, made a monster call with Jh-9d. Moon was semi-bluffing outs with 7s-8s but, God, what a call! Sure, Moon probably doesn’t have a ten…but with Moon you can’t be sure. And he could have an overpair, he could have pocket fives, he could have K-9! Some of the play tonight has been questionable but not that hand. That, ladies and gentlemen, was poker.
Cada started the heads-up match with pocket nines, and one wonders what he was thinking when he looked down at them again. And decided to move in after Moon raised. And then heard Moon say, “I call”. But Moon didn’t have Queens this time, he had Queen-Jack, and perhaps Moon felt that he needed to win a decisive hand one way or another and with Cada’s chips in the middle now was the time to strike. Regardless, Moon called and the two were racing for the most prestigious title in poker. In-credible. And when the board failed to hit Moon and the final pot of the 2009 Main Event was pushed Joe Cada’s way, we had a new World Champion, and once again the winner is the youngest-ever champion. It was a remarkable weekend of poker and tonight was a fantastic showcase for the game. It’s sad to think that we have to wait over six months for the 2010 World Series of Poker to start. Let’s hope the time flies.
For most of the players in this year’s Main Event physically getting there was NOT half the fun. Getting to the Rio itself is no big deal, but then the blistering sun punishes you while walking across the parking lot, and then you have to deal with the anxious crowds in the halls. But for most the real journey doesn’t begin until security throws open the Amazon Room doors and let’s everyone inside.
Of course Phil Hellmuth doesn’t run with the pack. Once again this year he made a grand entrance into the Main Event, and this year he (and everyone else responsible for pulling this off) went far beyond anything we’ve seen before. Phil was borne to the front of the Rio in a sedan chair, and then escorted by 11 Gladiators and 100 Muses to his seat at the feature table. Well, rather than describe it why not just show what it looked like:
As we all waited in the broiling sun for Phil to appear I found myself looking at the ladies dressed as “gladiators” and found myself wondering “How the heck did they do that?” And by that I mean the extensive body-paint that each gladiator was wearing. The straps on the shoulders and the UB logos on their backs–they’re painted on. Speaking as someone with zero artistic ability my mind tried (and failed) to figure out how they did it. Each model looked identical, and I knew they had to paint them all that morning. How’d they pull it off?
Well, wonder no more, as there’s a behind-the-scenes video of the models being prepared before Phil’s grand entrance (and video of his arrival as well). Kinda neat to see it all from begining to end…still can’t believe that a lot of the decorations were painted freehand. I couldn’t have managed that in a million years. Anyway, enjoy:
Entering the Amazon Room dressed as Caesar, with 111 young women in tow. How, exactly, do you top that for 2010? Do you even try? Or do you go for something totally different. Some of my fellow wags on media row discussed what Phil might try next year for his entrance, here’s a few of the ideas that were bandied about:
A jet-pack. This was actually the most frequently-raised option, that Phil might streak down the Strip in a Space-Age jet pack before banking left and soaring over I-15 to the Rio. Or, maybe, even swooping through the open doors and streaking down the hallway, hovering over the Feature Table before gently alighting upon his seat. Now THAT would be an entrance, though with a jet-pack there would be the very real possibily of a hilarious tragic accident. Phil bonking into a palm tree or knocking over a gaggle of fans like so many duckpins would not be an auspicious start to the Main Event.
Sky-dive into the Main Event. Phil jumps out of an airplane with, say, 11 (or more, depending how the 2010 Series goes) precision jumpers. Black-and-gold smoke billowing from his boots, Phil would gently touch down at the Rio and, still at a trot, detach himself from his chute and race to his seat still dressed in his custom-made jump gear. The problem with this idea is that landing at a precise location ain’t that easy, and what with all the power lines criss-crossing Vegas a near-miss could be a real problem. Also the searing Vegas sun baking the asphalt probably creates some wicked thermals, and I can just see Phil floating above the Rio, borne aloft by powerful updrafts, carried by the breeze until he’s finally able to touch down in coyote/tumbleweed country. Which could lead to hilarious uncomfortable circumstances.
Phil the Ninja. Instead of a Hollywood production leading to his Main Event arrival, Phil infiltrates the tournament by stealth. Dressed head-to-toe in black Neoprene and suspended from the Amazon Room rafters hours before play begins, Phil suddenly appears out of nowhere, throwing a handful of flash-powder on the table and descending Mission Impossible style via a filament-thin zipline. Once in his seat he pulls out a razor-sharp katana and cuts the deck in two with a glittering blade. THIS idea I like, it reinvents the whole big entrance idea and inspires a different sort of awe. It would add an aura of mystery, as everyone knows Phil ALWAYS makes a big entrance and, yet, no one seems have a clue what it might be. And no one manages to figure it out before…they’re dead. Figuratively speaking, of course.
So these are just a few ideas, please feel free to contribute your own in the comments. Now’s the time to brainstorm, because there’s only about 49 weeks until the 2010 Main Event kicks off.
I’ve been home for 48 hours and the “real world” is finally starting to feel more real and less surreal. Doing laundry, scrambling an egg, grocery shopping…these mundane chores are an absolute delight after seven weeks in Vegas. Of course, even though the Rio is no longer the center of the poker universe, the World Series of Poker isn’t over yet. It’s just gone on hiatus until November 7th, when the November Nine returns to the Rio to determine the next World Champion.
And that’s the weird thing about leaving Vegas now that the final table of the Main Event is delayed–you don’t know who wins. Who takes home the lion’s share of the money. Who enjoys the ultimate triumph and who sufferes the ultimate heartbreak. You know, the good stuff.
So I’m not quite ready to leave Vegas behind, not quite ready to put the World Series in the rear-view mirror. Because the November Nine will be coming up sooner than you think. And when it does Joseph Cada will be right there, sitting at the final table and trying to take his place among poker’s immortals.
There is a story in the Detroit News today about Joseph Cada, who is the youngest member of the November Nine. Here’s what it looked like on the front page:
There’s a line from the article I thought was a bit amusing. Here’s Joe’s mother, Anne Cada:
“We had 15 people all huddled around the computer getting updates,” she said Thursday. “There was a delay in what’s going on there and the updates on the computer and all the sudden I got a call from Joe and all he said was ‘I made it.’ The place just erupted with the loudest ovation.”
I found it amusing because some of my friends were writing the updates that Joe’s mom was reading, and as I watched the crowd going nuts after Darvin Moon eliminated Jordan Smith in tenth place I took this shot of Joe, who was probably talking to his mon:
We thought, based on stack sizes, the blinds, the rapidly escalating payouts, that it would take a very, very long time to get down from 27 to nine. Last year we didn’t finish until 4:30AM. The year before it took even longer to get to the final table. And with more chips on the table and a slower structure, we all thought we’d be playing until, oh, dawn.
We thought wrong.
We have reached the final table of the 2009 Main Event and the second November Nine is set. As has been the case all day and all night, it was Darvin Moon who was the catalyst. Already the huge chipleader, Moon called a raise by Jordan Smith with pocket eights and flopped top set. All the money went in after the flop and that’s when Smith saw that his pocket Aces had been cracked wide open. The 5h on the turn gave Smith a gutshot draw, but the 10h fell on the river and pandemonium broke out among the already raucous crowd.
Here’s the lineup for the November Nine (chipcounts are still being verified by PokerNews):
Seat 1: Darvin Moon
Seat 2: James Akenhead
Seat 3: Phil Ivey
Seat 4: Kevin Schaffel
Seat 5: Steven Begleiter
Seat 6: Eric Buchman
Seat 7: Joe Cada
Seat 8: Antoine Saout
Seat 9: Jeff Shulman
And for those who have complained that the last few Main Event final tables lacked star power, I direct your attention to Seat 3, where Phil Ivey resides. Ivey may get the lion’s share of the attention over the next four months as he goes for his third bracelet of 2009 and his first World Championship, but there are eight other stories we’ll be hearing until the fall. And Darvin Moon, with something in the neighborhood of 60 million chips, will be one of the most talked-about players in poker.
Much, much more on this tomorrow and in the coming days. Heck, in the coming months. It’ seems impossible to believe but it’s true–the 2009 World Series of Poker is on hiatus until November.
Not that the action wasn’t exciting before the dinner break, but upon our return things got really interesting. Actually we had an interesting encounter on the way back from dinner–a gentleman in a blue shirt with ITALIA printed across the front was being handcuffed just down from the Sao Paulo restaurant. Apparently he’d staggered into the Amazon Room, drunk as the proverbial skunk, and refused to leave. Apparently the arrival off officers from the LVPD motivated him to action and he got halfway to the casino before he was apprehended. There’s something about the sound of handcuffs going click-click-click…
And then once we took our seats and play resumed it was Jamie Robbins who showed the crowd what it takes to get out of jail. All in with pocket tens to Joe Cada’s pocket Aces, Robbins needed to hit a two-outer on the river to stay alive. The dealer duly slapped the 10h on the felt and the crowd went “OOOOOHHHH!” en masse as Robbins’ sucked out at the best possible time. Seriously, how many two-outers does on hit on the river in one’s lifetime? And one time that you do it’s when there are 14 players left in the Main Event. Wow.
And that two-outer ended up being worth $263,708 (at least) to Robbins, because shortly after that hand both Ben Lamb and James Calderaro were eliminated and the surviving players hit another pay jump. Robbins may be shortstacked, but he’s now guaranteed at least $896,700.
Eric Buchman is the chip leader with 33.8 million, followed closely by Steven Begleiter with 30.3 million. Billy Kopp, who was the chipleader at the start of play, sits with almost 19 million after slipping badly during the day. And Phil Ivey, perhaps the most feared poker player in the world, bides his time with 6.1 million. Waiting. Waiting.
When play wrapped up last night the talk around the room was how long it would take to reduce the field from 27 players to the November Nine. “A long, LONG time,” was the consensus, though the particulars were up for some debate. One friend said that anyone who thought we’d wrap up before 7AM was crazy. I took the under on that, but I thought we’d still be here when the Dawn touches the Rio with her crimson fingertips.
Well, we’ve been playing for just three-and-a-half hours and we’re halfway there. We’re down to 18 players and consolidating to the two feature tables. Can they players keep up this up? The math says that as the stacks deepen, and the payouts dramatically increase, the pace will slow. The players will tighten up until the squeak. The deliberations will drag on and on and on. And last year we got down to 18 without much fuss…and Dean Hamrick wasn’t eliminated in 10th until 4:30 in the morning.
So, we shall see. The news so far is that Billy Kopp has a monster chip stack, 26.2 million to Darvin Moon’s 2nd-place stack of 18 million. Phil Ivey has slipped way down, to just 5.5 million. And Antonio Esfandiari was one of the early casualties, going out in 24th place. But all that’s happened in the first two levels–we may play many, many more before the night (and day) are done.
A few quick pics from today. The main Feature Table:
Billy Kopp, at the start of play today:
Joseph Cada:
George Caragiorgas, who was eliminated in 20th place:
We’re down to 28 players, and play will cease for the night when we hit 27. Tomorrow, we’ll play down to the November Nine, and already there’s speculation flying about how long it’ll take to reduce the field by two-thirds. A friend who covered the 22-hour WSOP-E final table and the 19-hour H.O.R.S.E. final table this year says she thinks we’ll be playing tomorrow until 7AM Thursday morning. Most of my media mates are favoring the under on that, but I don’t know, she’s an expert on super-marathon poker sessions.
Billy Kopp is still the chip leader but the field has caught up to him. Darvin Moon is just a few thousand behind, and lurking just under two million away is the fearsome figure of Phil Ivey. Stephen Begleiter has around 11.8 million, and the other player in eight figures is CardPlayer publisher Jeff Shulman, who seems to have cornered the market on the orange 5,000 chips:
After losing players every few minutes before the break and one immediatelyafter, play has slowed. We’ve had I think two all-ins but the short-stacks doubled through and now the players are hunkering down, not wanting to be the last player to see his tournament end before Day 8. And we’ll probably see the same sort of behavior tomorrow, so maybe 7AM isn’t that that outlandish a target.
But we’ll see. And here’s a bit of what I saw today. Billy Kopp, late in the day:
Jesse Haabak, stylin’
George Caragiorgas has been sitting right along the rail all day in a spot where I can’t get a good shot of him (those of us wearing red media badges aren’t allowed on the floor, limiting my angles of attack). But I did get this one:
The Amazon Room might be 3/4 empty, but the part still in use is still packed with fans straining to see the action, especially at the Feature Table:
Gotta lose one more before we shut down for the night. Could happen in five minutes…could happen just after dawn. Gotta wait and see.
UPDATE: It took closer to five minutes than five hours to get down to 27. Joe Ward was eliminated in about the worst possible way–his AK had Jamie Robbins’ AQ dominated through the flop and the turn, but the Qh spiked on the turn to give Robbins the pot and bring a crushing end to Ward’s Main Event. Here’s a shot of Ward yesterday, in better circumstances.
That’s it for tonight, play will resume at noon and not end until the we know the latest incarnation of the November Nine. Will that happen on Wednesday, or at lunchtime Thursday? Nothing to do but wait and see.
So let’s say you’re Billy Kopp, and you’re the chip leader in the 2009 World Series of Poker Main Event. You have about 4 million more than the player in second place. This is a good situation, yes? You’re already guaranteed a nice payday, but you’re in prime position to make a run at the $8,546,435 first prize and the ultimate poker glory. Now, what would be the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen? Well, how about this:
That is Phil Ivey sitting directly to Billy’s left. Phil Ivey, winner of two bracelets this year, seven overall, and considered by most to be the best poker player on the planet. Phil Ivey. With chips. In position. Watching every move you make, every breath you take.
The good news for Billy is that Ivey took a hit a bit ago, doubling up Blair Rodman and reducing his stack to just south of 9 million. The bad news is…Ivey’s still there. And he’s probably gonna be there for a good long while. This is a perfect example of how there’s more to luck in poker than how the cards play out–your table draw and seat assignments can hugely affect play. If Kopp had position on Ivey he could be far more comfortable opening pots, knowing that Ivey and his huge stack were out of the hand.
But that’s not the reality on the ground, and so far Kopp hasn’t shown an adversion to mixing it up with Ivey and putting chips in the pot. And let’s remember that while Ivey is Ivey, Billy Kopp is the chip leader. There are 43 players left, we’ll play until we’re down to 27. And then let’s see how the Kopp and Ivey show played out.
