Posted by Ray Finkle on 26th August 2010

I think Daniel Negreanu read my last article about him.

During a recent interview for British magazine Poker Player, Negreanu apparently intended on take the training wheels off his sparkling clean spokesperson image to ride his big boy Huffy. When asked how he felt about men playing in the all-women event this year at the World Series of Poker, he had the following to say:

What irked me is men playing, using tampons as card protectors, and Shaun Deeb wearing a dress. I like Shaun Deeb, though. He’s a good kid – I think he was just misinformed. But then Annie Duke sticks her nose out and says, ‘Good for you, men, standing up for sexual equality.’ What a load of baloney! They are not standing up for sexual equality. Then she made some points in her blog that she thinks this event should be abolished, and I’m thinking, there are 1,000 women who love to play poker with each other, and don’t want to have to deal with guys burping, farting and using tampon card protectors and stuff like that.

What irked me is that this woman has the audacity on her website to call herself ‘the best female poker player in the world’. So on one side of the coin she’s fighting for, ‘Oh, we’re all equal, there shouldn’t be any gender thing,’ but when appropriate she decides to call herself the best female poker player in the world.

So I’m like how offensive are you, you f***ing c***? You want to say you’re speaking for women, yet you claim superiority over all of them.

That’s one hell of a way to break an image. While I agree to all extents that Duke is uppity, obnoxious, and an overall terrible human being (anyone familiar with her site’s cheating scandal and their lack of support for players having been cheated out of all of their money will understand this), Negreanu’s choice of words will momentarily do for his career what Tiger Woods going out and sleeping with anyone not named Elin Nordegren did for his.

Duke’s brother Howard Lederer was quick to respond via his Twitter account: “Hey Daniel, nice job representing poker and reinforcing that our attitude towards women is still Neanderthal.” Lederer was happy to respond because it meant his name would be included in articles such as mine and he would once again have relevance for a short period of time.

It didn’t take long for Negreanu’s major site sponsor to offer its impromptu damage control response:

Although Daniel Negreanu is a [sponsored pro], he is an entity to himself and as such will always be encouraged to express his views and speak his mind as he would otherwise do so, [sponsored pro] or not.

Annie Duke’s open letter didn’t seem all the worse for wear, as she seems generally content with being horribly berated by one of her peers just so long as her name appeared in the press:

I am not offended by Daniel’s opinion. He has a right to disagree with me and dislike me. And I, just like [his sponsors], would encourage him to express his views and opinions. This is not about his views. It is about a particular word he chose to express those views. The word “c***” is not an opinion, it is an abusive epithet, and [his sponsors] completely ignoring the use of that term in their response.

Negreanu is a grown man, even though his hyperactive, elfish demeanor may tell a different tale. He is responsible for his own actions and words. The mere fact Duke is looking for some sort of redeemable statement from his sponsors and is more offended they aren’t distancing themselves from him instead of looking to Negreanu for an apology is laughable at best.

For starters, Negreanu’s relationship is kismet: his sponsors need him, he needs his sponsors. Realistically, nobody is going anywhere in that relationship.

Secondly, the fact that Annie Duke is upset by how another site has handled itself is like John Wayne Gacy angrily calling somebody else a murderer or Cruella de Vil throwing paint on somebody else’s fur coat. If you want to comment on integrity, how about you start with writing an open letter to the loyal users of your site that got screwed by superusers.

Lastly, in that open letter, explain about how integrity is directly correlated to riding out a site sponsorship through public scandal and defined as resting easy at night with your endless, effortless fortune as multiple users who have lost a combined $1.5 million that they painstakingly grinded out now have absolutely nothing.

Albeit a poor choice of words, I think Negreanu was on to something.

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Posted by Ray Finkle on 10th August 2010

The 41st Annual World Series of Poker Main Event coverage kicks off tonight at 8 p.m. and 9 p.m. EST on ESPN. Lon McEachern and Norman Chad, poker’s Statler and Waldorf, call the play-by-play as cameras take us through the second largest field in Main Event history: a staggering 7,319 players vying for a first prize of $8,944,138.

The 2010 season is already off to a great start right out of the gates, seeing the year-over-year ratings increase 15% during the season-opening broadcast of the inaugural $50,000 Poker Player’s Championship. A stacked list of players comprised the final table, battling for the $1,559,046 first place prize and Chip Reese Memorial Trophy, headlined by brothers Michael and Robert Mizrachi. The duo marked the third time in WSOP history that two related players made the same final table. The other occureneces were when brother-sister combo Annie Duke and Howard Lederer would place 6th and 9th, respectively, in a 1995 $1,500 pot-limit hold’em event, and when brothers Ross and Barney Boatman placed 7th and 9th in a 2002 $1,500 pot-limit Omaha event.

Playing like the IRS had a gun to his head, Michael Mizrachi was a site to behold this year: out of five cashes, he final tabled four of them, eventually winning week one’s Poker Player’s Championship broadcast and reaching poker’s coveted November Nine. He may have taken home over a million dollars with his Chip Reese trophy, but stands to take home much, much more with a top finish at the final table of the Main Event. He currently sits in 7th place with 14,450,000 in chips.

The week two broadcast aired coverage of the Tournament of Champions (TOC) return to the WSOP. An invitational field of 27 brought out some of the greatest names in the game, vying for the $1,000,000 freeroll prize pool, and saw a table brimming with familiar faces: Howard Lederer, Johnny Chan, Annie Duke, Barry Greenstein, Joe Hachem, Daniel Negreanu, Jennifer Harman, Huck Seed, and T.J. Cloutier. Seeing Cloutier’s less than triumphant return to ESPN cameras looking like a distressed, dilapidated carcass gave me the same feeling I get when watching Layne Staley on Alice and Chains: MTV Unplugged. His gaunt, aged figure was worn like a man who squandered his millions away on his demons, and was a depressing reminder during the first hour of coverage how there is nothing worse in this world than wasted talent.

Insert two hours of poker millionaire banter, an obnoxious Howard Lederer relishing in camera time he hasn’t seen since 2003, stupid retrospective segments, some fantastic plays by Johnny Chan, and a luckbox Huck Seed seemingly hitting every out he needed, and you have yourself an ESPN broadcast. Seed would later emerge the victor after beating Lederer heads-up for the title, taking home $500,000 and the TOC trophy.

What will the Main Event coverage have in store for us tonight outside of all-in moments sponsored by beef jerky and antiperspirants? Tune in and find out.

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Posted by Ray Finkle on 9th March 2010

moneypitWhen you’re as ballin as Phil Ivey, winning hundreds of thousands of dollars playing some of the biggest cash games in the world is just another mundane day at the office. So how do you pass the time in your ho-hum life in between quarter million dollar hands and casino buffets? Prop bets.

Prop bets and the poker community go hand in hand. From the golf course to feats of strength to the criminally insane, these bets feed a gambler’s compulsive appetite for always needing something to be on the line.

For anyone that missed last night’s episode of High Stakes Poker, what is arguably the largest prop bet ever made took place between Ivey and fellow high stakes pro Tom “durrr” Dwan. Dwan bet Ivey $1 million that he couldn’t give up eating meat for a year. At a price that takes some people a lifetime of hard, honest work to make, Ivey has to refrain from chicken, fish, beef, and pork. That MBFN. Dwan–get in touch with me and I’ll do it for $100,000. Let me know. TTYL!

For a better look into Ivey’s lifestyle, disregard for money, and his fearless ability to place anything and everything on the line, ESPN took an incredibly enthralling and intimate look here.

As for prop bets, the game of poker has had a long laundry list of famous pros, stupid bets, and irreparable regrets. Below are some of the most notorious:

  • Gavin Smith, Jeff Madsen and Joe Sebok recently had a three-way last longer bet during the main event of the L.A. Poker Classic. Sebok, first to be eliminated, now has to get tattoos of both Smith and Madsen on his body. Madsen was next to go and only has to defile his body with Smith’s face. Only…
  • Howard Lederer, a vegan, was bet $10,000 by David Grey that he wouldn’t eat a cheeseburger. The melted goodness on top wasn’t the only cheddar Howard got his hands on that day. He immediately let go of the tree he was hugging and chowed down on the beef patty, walking away with some easy money.
  • Easily the most infamous prop bet ever involves high stakes gambler Brian Zembic. A friend of Brian’s bet him $100,000 that he wouldn’t get breast implants and keep them for a year. Defying all laws of nature and manhood, Zembic went through with the procedure, paying for the surgery that replaced his dignity with 38Cs. He remains a walking one-man circus sideshow, getting $10,000 a year for the life of his money making chest.
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Posted by Ray Finkle on 4th March 2010

worldchampionshippoker2There was no worse form of merchandising for poker once Chris Moneymaker won the 2003 World Series of Poker (WSOP) than video games. They spread faster than the snail mail disease known to the world as AOL discs. In fact now, they are probably less valuable.

When people could easily download the poker software of their choice and within minutes be playing live people from across the world, game developers thought they could cash in by having you play, what else, a computer. Did I mention this computer would look like the pros you saw on TV? Cool! Time to put on my WSOP hat, t-shirt, and sunglasses, put my Milwaukee’s Best Light in my WSOP koozie, and sit in front of my Playstation 2 and take on Greg Raymer or Annie Duke. It’s like I’m actually playing for high stakes from the comfort of my couch! And if there’s one thing I love more than pretending to be playing pros, it’s being one. You could play other people online as your favorite player and rake in all those fake, meaningless, digital chips. I reraise you what shred of dignity I have left. I’m ALL-IN!

Howard Lederer seemed to be the official spokesperson for these DVD coasters, whoring himself out to the front covers of what seemed to be a dozen or so similar titles, each indistinguishable from the next. At the game’s core, a horrible mechanic, similar in every way, shape, and form to a poker bot. It played like it knew your hands because it did. Shove 8 high and it would call you with 9 high. Make a river bluff and it would call you down every single time. There was no point to even trying outside of jamming every hand and seeing how many in a row you could win.

What’s the worst part about this game? It’s a sequel. What’s even worse than that? Realizing somebody must have purchased the first title in order for them to make a sequel. Just imagine being the poor bastard getting this for Christmas when all the other kids were getting Halo 2 and Metal Gear Solid 3. At least with a stocking full of coal, you can light a fire and do something useful. Instead, you’re stuck with Howard’s gimmicky stoned-faced intensity starring back at you, his thank you for buying him a nice dinner with your parents’ purchase.

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