Tony G: 1000 euro tip to a waiter...
Tony G. Mention of his name alone will make you tune in, and if you’re at his table the name will make you sweat. If you’re in Paris with Tony G, however, it means to be along for one heck of a ride. Tony G doesn’t just visit Paris, he owns the town when he’s there. Paris is, after all, the city that made him famous, where at his first WPT final table Howard Lederer refused to...John Tabatabai and Dragan Galic: Too fas...
John Tabatabai is one of those guys. One of those guys who when you walk into a poker room and see him upright in his chair with a half-smile across his lips, you know that he’s either just stopped talking or is about to start. And you know that if he’s still in the tournament then it means he has a big stack of chips and is the table captain, in and out of every pot and wiggling...A blow by blow account of Hellmuth’...
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Only Phil Hellmuth would stand between two world leaders and monopolize the conversation.
Only Phil Hellmuth would arrive at the opening of a presidential library in his baseball cap. And only Phil Hellmuth would meet George Bush and forget to take the hat off. Only Phil Hellmuth.
But that’s why we love him. There have only been two people in the history of the world who treated...
Big Games for the Big New Year...
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It’s still the biggest game ever played. Against a multi-billionaire named Andy Beal. He was only a billionaire then, so presumably the many millions he put up to play at least meant a little something to him.
For sure the money meant something to The Corporation, who at the time of pre-internet poker were the biggest poker players in the world yet still their bankrolls looked puny...
Hellmuth on Ivey, WSOP bracelets and all...
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Jesse May sat down with Phil Hellmuth at the WSOP 2010 and talked to him about Phil Ivey, WSOP bracelets and all poker things between. Here is the full and unedited 25 minute video:
Highlights:
0.10 – On Aria Hotel – the deal, his suite
1.10 – On his celebrity privileges in Las Vegas
2.45 – On his WSOP 2010 tournament results
3.20 – On being “world...
Gus Hansen’s great call at Poker Milli...
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It’s certainly the biggest call I’ve ever seen made. There were only two players left at the live final table of the Poker Million IX and they were very nearly even in chips.
And with eighty big blinds in play, there was every chance for a marathon heads up. Every chance, because they were playing for a million dollars, and you don’t take those decisions lightly.
Not when it’s...
This could just be a new dawn for our ga...
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I won’t lie. Up until recently I thought of Joe Sebok as Barry Greenstein’s son. And I mean, he is. But that’s so not the story here. Joe Sebok, the man, the poker player, is a media mogul empire king. As Liv Boree said, “He’s like the President!” And he has built the biggest empire in poker that isn’t primarily based on poker site sponsorship or affiliate rakeback. ...
Matt Savage on Macau’s big cash ga...
David Benyamine is complaining about his luck. He’s got a big smile on his face and a towering stack of 5k Moroccan Dirham chips, but he’s still complaining. “You want my luck buddy?” he asks of a blonde Scandinavian in jeans and a t-shirt who has an impressive pile of chips himself. “Take every big pot you’ve won in the last month. Take all of those pots and imagine that...Jonathon Duhamel the champion of the wor...
It’s always the best poker day of the year. The final table of the WSOP main event, where first prize is a shot at immortality. Oh, and about nine million dollars. And this year, fans were actually able to watch the final table stream live on the Internet. I’m a fan, and it was awesome. It’s big business these days, the WSOP, and in the two months the nine players had to...Destroying tournaments on PartyPoker, pl...
There was a ruckus at the bar. It was late night in the casino at the WPT Amneville and I had ambled over to get some drinks, but a young Brit was having a problem getting beer in the quantity he wanted. Which was all of it. To be fair, he probably didn’t need any more beer and he knew it. “You must be Ben Carpenter,” I said. “I’ve heard about you.” In fact I had heard...
