Last night, Scott came home after being away for a week playing the World Series of Poker main event in Las Vegas. Out of 6844 players, he finished 466th, earning a very nice prize package of $27,000. I am so very proud of Scott, as this is his first time playing such a big live tournament.
Normally, when Scott plays poker, it’s late at night in his office at home. He’s wearing his baby blue striped pajama bottoms that I bought him for Christmas last year, grey fuzzy slippers and a ratty shirt that says, “I luv my daddy.” His hair is usually messy and he has a can of diet coke with a bowl of microwaved sweet butter popcorn by his side.
So last night when we got home, Scott showed me the link to the WSOP photos – as we scanned the thousands of photos from the event, I didn’t even recognize his photo.
My goofy, gentle elephant got swallowed up in that black hat and sunglasses! Check out that fierce poker face!
Remember this shirt that I made for him? Yes, he wore it, but not while playing because Scott won his WSOP entry through Full Tilt Poker and the deal was that if Scott ever appeared on the TV broadcast wearing Full Tilt gear, they’d award him $10,000.
SteamyKitchen.com’s marketing budget = $13.48
Full Tilt Poker = $10,000
I was outbid. Bastards!
Anyways, the first three days of poker playing was a race for the players to get into the money. 6,844 players and only the top 666 players would get paid. Scott was low on chips for most of the tournament and definitely the smallest at his table amongst massive stacks. I think they called that “pretty much fucked,” but he survived and played his “short stack strategy” by not letting the others bully him around.
Yeah. You certainly don’t mess with a guy looking that fierce!
When he finally busted out – and for you poker players, he went all in with AA and was beat by QQ’s when a queen fell on the turn. (translation: bad stinkin’ luck)
But WOW, what an accomplishment to go out at 466th place! Scott told me that once he was in the money (meaning reaching past 666th), everything else was gravy on top. After he busted out, a tournament runner escorted him to the payout room, where he filled out all the necessary tax forms to get paid.
The tournament cashier offered him his prize amount in every way possible: any combination of cash, chips, check, wire transfer, money deposit at the Rio Casino or just a big hug and pat on the back. They’re easy like that.
Of course, after enduring some of the most intense few days, Scott said it kinda seemed anti-climactic to just get a small piece of paper with some writing on it as a receipt for the wire transfer. So, he chose to get a wad of cash. Specifically, a BIG wad of cash. And so when he came home last night, after we put the kids to bed, we had our own little Demi Moore/Woody Harrelson Indecent Proposal moment.
Climactic for sure.
I know you’re all wondering what we’re going to do with the $27K – I mean it’s a lot of money, and certainly more than we’ve ever had to just hanging around with no agenda. After much thought and deliberation, we’ve decided that the best thing to do – the RIGHT thing to do – was to be very responsible parents. I’m getting a boob job.