WSOP Event #23 Limit Hold'Em: Greenstein Finishes 21st
Barry Greenstein walked in and waved to me.
"Hi Wil," he said, "I'm out in 21st."
"I just saw that you'd doubled up," I said, "and I was going to ask you about the hand. When did all the money go in?"
Barry grabbed a sandwich from the board, and walked over to
my office the couch.
"I had six chips left, and I raised it to four," he said. "The other guy says, 'Hey, if I bust you, I get a signed book, right?'"
I nodded and grinned. "I hear that at least once a week: 'Hey, if I bust you, what do I get?' You get a story on my blog about how you caught runner/runner to bust me, dude!" I laughed a little too hard at my lame attempt to fit in.
"Yeah," Barry said. "So I told him yes, and puts me all-in in the dark. Of course I call, and he squeezes out the king and queen of diamonds. Of course, the flop comes ten ten, and I've got him drawing nearly dead, until the second diamond comes on the turn and he's drawing live again. Luckily it bricked on the river."
I wrote this all down, and noticed that getting play-by-play from Barry Greenstein is one of the coolest things I've experienced since I've been playing poker. Imagine what it would be like to sit in the dugout and have Pujols come back after an at bat to tell you not only the pitch sequence, but everything that went through his mind while he was at the plate -- it's like that.
"So how did you go out?" I said.
Barry took a big bite of his sandwich, and said, "I had ace seven of hearts in the big blind, so I raised and he called."
Aside: When I'm telling a poker story, the other player is always "him," or "the other guy," or "the button." When Barry's telling a poker story, it's equally possible that the other guy will be called, "the other guy" as it is for him to be called "Doyle."
Barry continued, "I flopped a seven, so I bet the rest of my chips and he called me with ace jack off-suit. I've got him dead to three outs, until he caught runner runner spades to make the flush with the ace of spades."
All day long, people come to sit in the suite and hang out for a little bit, and there was one of those guys sitting across from me while Barry told his story.
"Hey," this guy said, "who do you think the most overrated celebrity player is?"
"Uh, all of us?" I said.
"No, seriously." He said.
I don't see how talking a bunch of shit about anyone is +EV, so I said, "Well, I'll tell you who is the most underrated celebrity player: Tobey McGuire."
"He's better than James Woods or Ben Affleck?" This guy said, a little incredulous.
"Uh, yeah," I thought. "Those guys aren't anywhere near the same class as Tobey."
I noticed that Barry was a few feet away, so I asked him what he thought. I mean, it would be much cooler for this guy to hear from Barry than me, right?
"Tobey or James Woods?" I said.
"Or Affleck," this other guy said, insistently.
"Gosh, I wonder who he thinks is the best of the bunch?" I thought.
"Tobey McGuire is in a class all his own," Barry said. "He is a strong, solid, consistently winning player, and those other guys are the reason people watch celebrities play and decide to play poker."
"And for that, we thank them," I said.
"Indeed we do," Barry said.
I'm sure he didn't mean to include me in the Royal "we," but I was glad he did.