Saturday, May 31, 2008
There was no memorial service. Instead Grandpa was cremated and Grandma is determined to have a memorial service in Beaufort, South Carolina sometime this summer. In the meantime, I'm trying to find an open weekend to fly to Arizona to visit my Grandmother.
Since he passed, I haven't been able to remember many specific stories about my Grandfather. I can remember his smile and his laugh; I can vividly remember exact visits to their houses in Sarasota; but I can't remember any stories about him. I can only remember two conversations we had and I can't remember any of his jokes. He told the same jokes my entire life and I can't bring any of them to mind. This really bothers me but I don't want to make a bigger deal out of this than it probably is. I'm hoping this is temporary and how my mind dealing with the loss.
Up until now, I've shared this memory glitch with two people. A friend via email and Georgia Girl. After hearing this, GG reminded me about his nickname for her. He never used her first name. Instead he always called her; "Pretty Lady". He was always mentally very sharp so it wasn't that he couldn't remember her name. That's just how he endeared himself to those around him. My friend said I should write what I remember about him. While I can't remember a lot here's what I have right now.
I remember their first house in Sarasota. Their property was on a canal and we would fish right in their backyard. Whatever we caught Grandma would clean and cook.
I remember their 50th wedding anniversary in their 2nd Sarasota house. (They were married a total of 67 years.)
I shared my first legal beer with him. I had turned 21 the night before and we were crashing at their house for the night before heading onto spring break. When I walked in the door of his house, I got a hug, a big smile, and a question; "Wanna cold beer?"
Here's the other conversation I can currently remember. When we got married, their bodies wouldn't allow them to make the trip from Sarasota. But the morning of the wedding, they called to tell me they loved me and how sorry they were that they couldn't make the trip. It was the perfect way to start that day.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
And stopped at Green's on the way home. I picked up a torpedo of Sweetwater IPA, two 22oz bottles of Lagunitas Gnarly Wine and another four pack of Dogfish Head Palo Santo. Look, you grieve your way and I'll grieve mine. I got home, cleaned the tap line, hooked up the keg and put the tasty treats away.
At 4:30 I received an unexpected phone call from my Grandmother. Two of her daughters have been making and receiving all of the phone calls and distributing the information since her husband passed. She said I was the first person she had called since her husband passed. And for three minutes, she talked and I listened. It was like receiving the most amazing hug.
I Googled "Russell needs" and received the following responses.
1. Russell needs to sit his old tired ass down. (I'm not old yet.)
2. Russell needs to grow up. (I refuse.)
3. Russell needs a drink. (Amen brother!)
4. Russell needs work. (Love my job.)
5. Russell needs your home. (No, I need to SELL my home.)
6. Russell needs Objectivism. (hmmm....)
7. Russell needs a good home. (I'm crate trained)
8. Russell needs to lose weight. (I'm down 15 pounds to 191. That's 6 pounds off my college weight, so back off.)
And my favorite...
9. Russell needs 41 to pass Portland's Deana Lansing (1993-97) for the top spot on the West Coast Conference career steals list.
*I feel like such a wuss. After hearing about my Grandfather, I cried off and on for an hour and made the conscious decision that, enough was enough. He wouldn't want me to waste my time. He would want me to remember the wonderful times we shared and his love for life. Turns out, your body doesn't necessarily listen to your heart. So...more effin water works after GG went to bed.
*I find the word "mourning" to be a particularly shitty and self-serving word. I'm refusing to use it in the way it was intended. Going forward; I'm using it for comedic purposes only.
*I think there might be this idea that when I post a video or link without commentary, that I totally agree with what is being said in the video and is thus a direct reflection on myself. That is probably true 40% of the time. The rest of the time the video or link is just something I found interesting and made me think. With that said, I came across the video below tonight as I was trying to find something to laugh at.
I don't agree with everything he says here, but I do agree with most of it and it made me feel better. SFW (I think)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
My response; "We are so NOT having this conversation." Then my head exploded.
A few minutes later, I catch her looking at a website that sells portable fetal heart rate monitors. I asked her to find her screen privacy filter; then my head exploded all over again.
1) Check into the hospital where he would be poked and prodded and fed and kept hydrated intravenously until his body decided to let go.
2) Hospice care where they would feed and hydrate him intravenously until his body decided to let go.
3) Take a high level narcotic for pain and another pill for nausea hoping that the two would allow him to continue eating and drinking normally. Plus hospice without the tubes.
He choose the later with the full knowledge and understanding that if this approach didn't work he would deteriorate very quickly without IVs. He didn't want to have his last days or months spent hooked up to machines and he made the decision to be listed DNR. He wanted to finish life on his own terms. In the words of my mother, he said; "No heroics." He had fought cancer multiple times and everything else that comes with aging and he was tired of fighting. We would know more in a three or four days once he started taking the meds. All this was yesterday.
Mom called a few minutes ago. He died at 7:20 PM. His wife and other member of his family were by his side.
I can't stop crying.
I love you Grandpa. I'm sorry I didn't call you yesterday when I found out.
Unexpected travel to Arizona on the horizon.
1) I saw a bicyclist "driving" to work on I-75 this morning. And you wonder why I have so little respect for the majority of cyclists? (I'm going to get beaten when I get home.)
2) "Birthday day" at work where we celebrated everyone who's birthday is in May. We had shrimp cocktail, chili, and cake. I had a few of the scrumptious large and fresh shrimp and a cup of the freaking awesome chili that our F&B manager made. But not at the same time.
3) 12 days until WWDC and I'm excited. Shut up.
4) I scored another four pack of Dogfish Head Palo Santo. Delicious.
5) I managed to free up 1.5 gigs last night bringing my available hard drive space up to a whopping 2.5 gigs. Note to self: video podcasts take up a surprising amount of memory.
6) I went to Best Buy yesterday with the full on intent of purchasing the 500 gig version of Time Capsule. They only had the one terabyte version. Left it there. Maybe I'll take a trip to the Apple store on Friday.
7) I'm halfway through my work week. Today is almost gone and I'm not working Friday.
8) The AC in our office cut out today. Good times.
9) I think I've recovered from watching my niece yesterday.
When the Mach 3 Turbo came out in 2002 I thought; "Surely, this must be better. It has the word "TURBO" on the end of it." Wrong. It sliced and diced my face and gave me the worst case of razor burn EVARRRrrrrrrrr........ The rest of the cartridges went into the trash.
The Mach 3 Power came out in 2004 and included a battery powered vibrating handle. I haven't tried it. I won't try it. Vibrating blades have no place near my jugular. I would rather be shaved by a detoxing meth addict than use a razor that vibrates. At least the addict is going to try not to kill me.
Which leads me to this. Bargainist is always posting free samples from companies and I grab ones we can use. Whether it be laundry detergent or coffee, I'm filling out the online forms and getting surprises in my mailbox 4-6 weeks later. And we use what we receive. One less load of laundry detergent we have to pay for here and one less travel size toothpaste we have to pay for there. In my mind, the money saved with these freebies has to add up somewhere. And to these credit of these companies, I have yet to receive one piece of spam.
Sometime back there was a link for a free Schick Quattro Disposable and I snapped it up. I rode the four bladed beast for the first time this past Sunday and again today. A totally comfortable shaving experience, but not very close. The purpose of four blades is to reduce the number of time you have to drag the razor across your face. But if you have to drag it multiple times, I fail to see the point. However, with multiple strokes aside, the razor ended up doing a nice job on my face with little irritation. Although it took longer to shave with this razor than the with the Mach 3.
The bonus feature of the Quattro razor is the single blade on the back side for what I would call "detail shaving". Getting the hairs right above my ear and around my goatee was made very simple by the single blade. I wish Gillette would add this feature to the Mach 3 instead of dangling it like a carrot on the Mach 3 Fusion (another battery powered suicide assister).
Overall the Schick Quattro is a good product and I'll use it until it dies. Then I'll head back to my Mach 3 unless someone can recommend something else to try or use.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I snapped a few pictures and I found a few videos that I'll include within the set list (HT:Wikipedia) from the show below. The pics aren't the greatest quality as I didn't use a flash and it was in a darkened theatre.
The opening Imag image on the screen as you walked into the theatre.
1. (Opening on Video) The Kids planning a new show. For the opening they decide to rape Kevin.
2. Bruce and Mark as salesmen promoting a device which can siphon fat from the American gut and use it to power SUVs.
3. (Video) "Carfuckers": a group of mechanics who share a "love for which there is no name."
4. Gavin encounters Jehovah's witnesses.
5. Dave and Kevin get drunk; Dave tells Kevin he has created a time machine with which he can "defeat last call."
- Note: the "time machine" concept was used two other times during the show, to great comedic effect - the second featured Dave traveling back in time to receive oral sex from his wife (Bruce) (she would only perform the act on his birthday), and the third revolved around Dave traveling back in time to kill Hitler (Scott), but instead accidentally inspiring his hatred for Jews
7. A Buddy Cole monologue in which he proposes that Jesus was in fact, a homosexual.
8. Kathy and Cathy reunite for lunch in a restaurant, where Kathy explains her new love of "tweeking" with Meth. Really funny bit.
9. Kevin performing a song in the three-chord structure which he has not finished writing as of the show.
10. Dave and Kevin fighting over an imaginary girlfriend. This was my favorite skit of the night but only because Kevin got Dave to crack, which ended up breaking Kevin and sending the skit on a wayward tangent.
11.The Chicken Lady has phone sex. The bit ended when her orgasm produced eggs that flew into the first few rows of the audience.
12. Relationship woes amongst a gay couple are placated with the help of another married same-sex couple known as Peter and the Professor.
13. Superdrunk: a superhero who stops crimes by drinking, assisted by his trusty sidekick, the bartender.
14. The curtain call and good nights.
15. The Encore. Mr. Tyzik, the headcrusher.
If you don't know this bit, watch this SFW bit first.
Back to the show. Mr Tykiz, armed with a hand held video camera, panned through the audience finding people to mock and then crush their heads. My head was indeed crushed. A great moment for the Sauve clan. And until further notice, I would like my epitaph to read; "Head Crushed by Mr. Tyzik" as it is probably my largest claim to fame at this point.
One of his other victims was a huge fan that wore cabbage on his head. He tried in vain to hold off the attack with his hands. See pic below.
After crushing the audience, Mr. Tyzik asked for the other KITH cast members to come out on stage. He called out each individual and reminded that person of their various entertainment high and low lights, then crushed their head.
For example; he praised Dave Foley for News Radio and then reminded him of his lowlight with two words; "Poker show" upon which he crushed his head and Dave fell to the ground. This happened for each of the members until the camera was turned on Mr. Tyzik and he crushed himself.
Here's the whole encore from Florida if you're interested. The sound is a little lousy.
The whole show moved quickly and never hit a lull with me. I certainly hope I don't have to wait 6 years to see them again.
My niece, Pamela, arrived a little after 4 PM and as soon as she comprehended that her father was leaving her with me she started crying. And after he hit the door, she stopped crying and began screaming. Ear piercing screams of death. Like a pack of rabid raccoons were clawing through her stomach to get to raccoon happy hour. For 45 minutes all I did was hold, rock, and talk to her try to get her to stop calling forth hell's demons.
Suddenly with no reason, she stopped. As if the holy spirit itself descended upon this child and said; "Shut the hell up!" For the next hour she sat silently next to me on the couch where I introduced her to a rerun of Conan O'Brian (last week's episode with Kristen Davis and Ira Glass) and gave her a brief history of late night television.
At this point our relationship changed from; "My Daddy left me and you are evil" to "I will barely tolerate you until one of my parents returns".
After that hour Pamela devoured a bottle and after eating, she decided that I truly meant no harm to her and that in fact we could try and get along. For the last hour we laughed and giggled and made funny noises to each other. She would say "zzssatTTT" (translated: What's that?) and I would say respond with the names of the objects she was pointing at: computer, ceiling fan, chair, dog, Jack Daniels.
Photos from Key West.
Photos from Sea Base. Visiting Sea Base was very important to me on this trip. It's where my Dad and I went during spring break my freshman year of high school. Some nice memories came back when I was walking around.
Monday, May 26, 2008
My iBook turns three this fall and in 2005 I thought a 60 gig hard drive was plenty of memory with room to grow. Wrong. The Apple Care agreement runs out in October and we've already made plans to replace it around that time. But with this new information, those plans are going to have to be accelerated.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I have three out of town weddings to attend this fall; all with in the span of five weeks. I'm stoked about the impending memories, good times, and travel. Destinations; Las Vegas, Savannah and Maine. I've never been to Maine.
I just watched/heard Mates of State from last night's episode of Conan. Pretty cool stuff.
President Clinton's line from his inauguration; "There is nothing wrong with America that can't be fixed by what is right with America." I really like that idea.
Is there anyone more excited than me about the upcoming "Sex in the City" movie?
Sarcasm, you should have some.
Dooce's recent tweet; "Forced Jon to listen to old George Michael album because I knew it would heal his soul. It got me laid."
More reasons I want to meet Heather Armstrong.
Holy Shit, Jimmy Buffett playing "Volcano" on Letterman! With Felicia on Ukulele. One of the songs I was raised on. Awesome
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
"Correctly" mean aligning the sheets and comforter that were kicked loose the night before, fluffing and aligning the six standard pillows, covering them with pillow covers and finishing it off by placing the extraneous yet lovely decorative pillows THAT WE NEVER USE, in a stacked pattern that is pleasant to behold.
Making the bed is a worthless activity unless you're selling your house or company is coming over and you expect that at some point they will see your bedroom. Otherwise, it is a waste of 2-4 minutes every morning. Additionally, you are going to undo your efforts just 16 hours later when you get back into bed. Why make it? No one is going to sneak into your home and judge you based on the quality of your hospital corners. And if you think there's an outside chance of that happening; I counter that you might be watching too much TLC.
* and no, that's not a euphemism for something.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Today, while we were at work, our agent held an open house for other agents. We ended having a huge crowd view the house that give us great reaffirming feedback. The positive words of encouragement like that the house was "priced correctly" and "looked great" took a huge weight off my shoulders. At least I know that it's definitely the market and not us or the house.
Two of the visiting agents were interior designers and were complimentary about our decor. Ok, they complimentary about Georgia Girl's decor. These two agents plus our agent had some ideas on how to improve the flow of the house by moving a few pieces of furniture. Instead of leaving us notes on what we needed to move when we got home, they moved the furniture themselves. That totally blew me away.
We came home to a slightly reconfigured guest and master bedroom, two pages of notes, a stack of 25 business cards from the visiting agents, and most importantly a more positive outlook.
Next post: Why Making the Bed is the Worst Thing Evarrrssss.......
Monday, May 19, 2008
(And just to recap) Meanwhile our next door neighbors put their house on the market after us, undercut us and had their almost-identical-house-to-ours under contract about 6 weeks ago. Although they don't close until the end of this month. So, they're not my favorite people. I know I should blame the market, but it's much more fun to blame tangible objects.
About three weeks ago we were visited by a member of the Cobb County Police Department. He was trying to figure out when this had been spray painted on the side of the neighbor's house.
About 2' x 3'
In the middle of the day.
In broad daylight.
Totally noticeable from the street and more importantly, from our driveway.
It should be noted that the neighbors had just finished replacing all of the siding and had the entire exterior repainted. So I found this about as funny as the elderly falling down a flight of stairs (Read: really fucking funny), but I was also extremely pissed off. Whomever did this picked the very same day that we have not one, but two potential buyers stop buy. I'd be surprised if they even got out of the car.
Making the bed every morning is causing me to lose my mind.
HORMEL TURKEY PEPPERONIS!!!
They have the same reddish pepperoni color which I was very happy about. If they had turned out to be the same color of ground turkey (aka: grey brain matter) I would have totally passed.
These pepperonis contain 70% less fat, 0 carbs, and taste just like regular pepperonis. They are also missing that slimy greasy film which always covered my hands and tongue. And 17 slices are only 70 calories. Excellent!
The Boardwalk (since been demolished)
Sam's Town (Local's joint, not too bad)
Tuscany (Nice, personable)
Mirage (Had a great time! Would do again.)
Excalibur (Never again),
The Plaza (never again)
and The Palms (excellent, highly recommend)
I booked my room at the MGM Grand last night for four days. This will happen immediately after working 8 days at The Orleans. Reasons we booked at the MGM Grand:
A nice, not great, but very nice poker room.
It's a part of the MGM/Mirage family which I am a big fan of.
Keeps my rated play within the same family of properties.
The restaurant list looks awesome with also some cheaper options for breakfast and lunch.
Heard and read some nice things about the property.
Finally, we got a fairly stellar deal on the room with an option to get a cheaper rate if one appears. According to a few podcasts and as evidenced by the continually dropping room rates; the current recession has hit Vegas. With more and more gaming options popping up all over the country, Vegas is realizing that people don't have to travel to Vegas to gamble.
While I am more than a little bummed that I won't make it out for the WSOP this year, I am excited and ready for August. Anyone want to come with?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday night consisted of catching with friends in two different cover acts. Radio Cult was performing at Trilogy and Stone Cold Fox at Wild Wing.
The entertainment room at Trilogy is the strangest music room I have ever been in. Let's just say that unless I have friends playing there, I won't be going back. I could write three full paragraphs on why, but that would be boring so I 'll just write about one weak spot. When I walked in and grabbed a seat at the bar it was hard to have a conversation with the house PA pumping out the greatest hits of every era. But when the band started, the house PA wasn't used. Instead a much smaller system that didn't come close to filling up the room was used. Lame.
Regardless of the sound to being to my liking and other short comings, I moved forward and had a great time watching Radio Cult. They are always entertaining and even being short a member, they didn't drop a beat. Most importantly, it was great to catch up with Bambi and Ricky. Such good people.
A college era friend was subbing on set with Stone Cold Fox. I had never seen SCF and they were fantastic. Entertaining and amazing musicians. They also took full advantage of current technology to do some fun charts that otherwise would be impossible as a four piece.
Two fantastic bands, two very fun shows.
I fell in the door around 1:30 happy and a touch light headed. I'm always insanely happy for, and jealous of, anyone who can make a living playing an instrument.
The other portion of my weekend was spent at this show. After watching a bit of rehearsal and the first act, I've come to a conclusion. I just don't "get" dance. But it goes further than that. I don't like it. I understand there is a high level of ability and knowledge to perform and also teach dance, but I still don't like it. I don't like dance like some people don't like brussel sprouts, or the saxophone, or any University that uses the orange in their color scheme.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I loved "The Office" last night but I am very sad to see Toby go. Paul Lieberstein, the actor who portrayed Toby, posted a blog after last night's episode aired. He's a writer on the show and is not leaving the show in that capacity, he's just done being Toby. The entire blog is here.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My first memory of being left handed was in the elementary school era when I was first introduced to the green handled scissors. I always took secret offense to these scissors. Right handed scissors had a sharp tip, but left handed scissors were always blunt tipped. As if left handed people couldn't be trusted not to stab the teacher's eye out or some other art time faux pas.
I have no idea what possessed me to write about this. Slow day at the office perhaps.
And now a food meme that I stole from someone I don't know named Traci.
1. Are you a vegetarian? Vegan?
2. What's your favorite food?
Succulent, tender, juicy red meat. Preferably the kind cut from a young calf fresh from the womb.
3. White bread or whole wheat?
4. What's for breakfast?
5. You're making a Dagwood sandwich. What's in it?
Ham, Salami, Jalapenos, pickles, black olives, lettuce, cucumber slices, mayo and mustard
6. What's on your pizza?
Jalapenos, Ham, and green peppers
7. Coffee, tea, milk, or soda?
Artificially Sweetened Iced Tea
8. Dark, milk, or white chocolate?
Allergic to milk
9. Teetotal, beer, wine, or hard liquor?
"Or"?!?!? "Or"?!?!?!? Don't make Daddy choose.
10. Does cilantro taste like citrus, or like soap?
Is this a trick question? It takes like fucking cilantro.
11. Is chorizo the greatest thing ever or is it totally disgusting?
Zenu bless you.
12. Do you use garlic like a vegetable or like a spice?
I use it like normal people. Not like Dave and Bean. I once saw a distant relative to a vampire spontaneously explode just from walking into their apartment.
13. Onions: raw, cooked, or not at all?
Cooked but not until they're mushy. They need to hold form.
14. Does broccoli taste sweet or bitter?
Sweet and delicious
15. How do you feel about fish?
In this time of economic crisis, we need a candidate willing to go on the record as being "Pro-Fish"
16. How about sushi?
17. Fave ethnic cuisine?
Chinese or Japanese or Meat
18. What's your favorite fruit?
Strawberry, blackberries, blueberries, pretty much any type of berry and also peaches.
19. Cheese - thumbs up or thumbs down?
Two thumbs way up. But no fromunda cheese
20. Finally, favorite dessert?
Only one - Key Lime Pie
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
This year's slogan; "Be There or Be Sober". Who thinks we should get t-shirts?
One of the drawbacks of having your house on the market is having to make sure it is ready to be shown at a moments notice. This includes; making the bed every fucking morning, never ever leaving your shoes anywhere but the closet, and most importantly; not being able to use bathroom as my personal library. Being unable to store a stack of reading material in the water closet has slowed my normal intake of books and monthly periodicals to the pace of the 14th street construction project, current scheduled to be completed May 10th, 2010.
Due to this set back in reading location, I've been unable (read:unwilling) to start two books a friend gave me for Christmas. Last week's vacation solved that issue. On Thursday I started and finished "Bringing Down the House" a true story by Ben Mezrich. And on Friday I plowed through half of "Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life" an autobiography by Mr. Steve Martin.
I'll cover the Martin book when I finish it but so far so good. "Bringing Down the House" is the story of one of the MIT blackjack teams, how it came to be, how they made millions, how it fell apart and what they are doing now. It is also the basis for the movie, "21".
BDtH is a plot driven page-turner of a book. You aren't going to be smarter for reading it and it's not going to change your life, but it's a fun read. When the author begin to tell the story, he does so at arms length. But as he moves through the journey, interviews more people and puts more pieces together, his writing seems to get more impassioned about the characters and the story.
The best parts of the book were at the end; after the conclusion of the story. The first was an essay by Kevin Lewis, the lead character from the story. His essay, "How to Court Cards and Beat Vegas" explains the exact method the MIT BJ Team made millions. After reading it for a third time, I understood the math behind it and am convinced that anyone could be trained in this system. It's just simple math and letting the numbers tell you what to do at what time. But he also explains that while anyone can use this system to make money, the problem is getting away with it. He says that technology and security systems have pretty much shut down professional counters. "...and develop a strategy that relies less on sheer numbers and more on getting away with it."
After this essay was the epilogue where the author, Ben, sat down with Kevin 7 years after writing the book for a question and answer session. First off, Kevin allowed Ben to reveal his real name, Jeff Ma. The details Jeff shares immediately gives the story a face, heart, and personality. Again, a fun read for anyone who likes Vegas (Kit), math (Rob) or just want a fun thing to read by the pool.
The movie, on the other hand, was a waste of time. "21", is very very very loosely based on the book. The only common denominators between the book and the movie are; some of the characters, the game of blackjack and where the kids went to school. That's it. To be fair, after reading the book, my expectation for the movie was rather high. So my opinion is tainted. Then I thought about how hot Kate Bosworth looked and how I always enjoy Kevin Spacey, and it probably wasn't as bad as I'm making it out to be. My two cents; book, good; movie, bad.
Monday, May 12, 2008
It's time once again to make your plans to head to Athens and enjoy cheap drinks and old friends (or vice versa).
The fourth annual RCB Official/Unofficial Reunion Party will be Saturday, June 14th at 8:00 PM at the Village Idiot (formally known as Rum Runners for you old folks). They have a spacious room on the third floor that is all ours for the evening.
For safety and convenience, we have reserved a few rooms downtown at the Game Day Condos. There are 2 - two bedroom and 2 - three bedroom condos available. Each of these rooms also have a pull out couch. Reservations are first come first served. To reserve a room, please contact Russell Sauve. The BYOB after party will also be held here in one of the suites.
This event has grown since it's inception and we have no reason to believe that this year's event won't be better than last year's. At this time, we do not have any plans to honor anyone. But remember that the driving force and reason for this event always has been and always will be to reconnect with friends that you don't see as often as you would like. Plus Athens drink prices don't suck.
We hope to see you there. Please forward this information to all anyone who might be interested in attending.
When: Saturday, June 14th; 8:00 PM
Where: The Village Idiot
Once a Dawg,
Always a Dawg,
How Sweet it is!!!
My Smingular friend Brandi emailed this to me and I laughed.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
After the final table of nine is set on July 14th, each player will be given a prize award equivalent to 9th place and sent on their merry way. 16 weeks later,
Most sites say this will be great for building interest in poker, but poor for the game and tournament. I'm reserving my opinions because I'm an amateur and I don't have a direct vested interest. It will be interesting to see how it changes the tournament, because it will.
By the way, the WSOP starts in 29 days and will consist of 55 events over 37 days. Last year the Main Event alone from had a prize pool of almost 60 million. I can't wait for the live internet coverage to begin!