"Would We Be Drinking 7-Up, or Might Another 8-6
A Rival?"
by Andrew N.S Glazer
The World Series and Binion's Horseshoe came up with a number
of innovations this year, and as with all new ideas, some
were received better than others (the one way you can ensure
you never make a mistake, as well as never invent anything
good, is to never try to do anything). I was not enthusiastic
about the gin and hearts events, but no doubt some people
enjoyed them. One idea that went over very well was the Bracelet
Winners Tournament, a one-on-one match play event that featured
a $2,500 entry fee.
Anyone who had ever won a bracelet was eligible to compete,
but it wasn't clear just how long that list was. Binion's
distributed a list of everyone who had ever won a bracelet,
a total of 301 names, but as soon as I saw Stu Ungar's name
on the list, I knew the total number of eligible players was
somewhere south of 300.
29 players chose to enter the no-limit hold'em event, in
which participants received $2,500 each in tournament chips
in round one, $5,000 each in round two, $10,000 each in round
three, $20,000 each in round four, and $40,000 each in the
finals, with the idea being to create longer, more skill-filled
matches as the tournament moved on.
The tournament unfolded as follows:
Round One:
Men "the Master" Nguyen def. Mike Carson
Daniel Negreanu def. Scotty Nguyen
Erik Seidel received a bye (random draw)
Johnny Chan def. Amarillo Slim Preston
Diego Cordovez def. Humberto Brenes
Barry Shulman def. Berry Johnston
Mike Laing def. T.J. Cloutier
Mickey Appleman received a bye
Phil Hellmuth def. Mel Weiner
Jim Lester def. Allen Cunningham
Steve Zolotow def. David Pham
Billy Baxter def. Chris "Jesus" Ferguson
Tom McEvoy def. "Captain" Tom Franklin
Jennifer Harman received a bye
Dave "Devilfish" Ulliott def. "Syracuse"
Chris Tsiprailidis
Phil Ivey def. Jim Bechtel
Round Two:
Negreanu def. Men "the Master" Nguyen
Chan def. Seidel (Rounders, part III?)
Cordovez def. Shulman
Laing def. Appleman
Hellmuth def. Lester
Zolotow def. Baxter
McEvoy def. Harman
Ivey def. Ulliott
Round Three:
Chan def. Negreanu
Cordovez def. Laing
Hellmuth def. Zolotow
McEvoy def. Ivey
Round Four (Semi-finals, losers guaranteed $8,575)
Chan def. Cordovez
Hellmuth def. McEvoy
And so here we were, déjà vu all over again.
In 1989, Hellmuth defeated then two-time defending World Champion
Chan to win his first and only World Championship, and to
halt Chan's attempt to win a surely unbreakable record of
three straight Championships.
Each player had different recollections of the time since.
Hellmuth thought that he and Chan had met "two or three
times" in lesser tournament finals during the intervening
13 years, while Chan was fairly sure that this was the first
time a tournament had come down to the two of them, even though
they had been at plenty of final table together.
The winner was to receive $34,000, and the loser $17,000,
and while neither player was likely to throw his winner's
share out into the street to watch passers-by scramble for
it, far more was at stake here than the $17,000 difference.
WOULD IT BE SEVEN-UP, OR COULD HELLMUTH "86"
CHAN?
Going into the match, Hellmuth held seven WSOP bracelets,
and he's made no secret of his desire to overtake Doyle Brunson
and his record eight. Chan held six bracelets. If Hellmuth
won, he'd catch the aging Brunson and go two up on his contemporary,
Chan, 8-6. If Chan won, he would not only exact a measure
of revenge for the 1989 defeat (and Chan, who usually tries
to remain "above" such matters, at least as far
as the press is concerned, made no attempt to hide his feelings.
"I respect Phil," Chan said, "but this is
definitely a revenge match for me. I want some payback for
1989. I would still rather have won in 1989, but that was
then and this is now, and now is all I can do anything about."
As those who have read my tournament reports know, heads-up,
the small blind goes on the button (SBB), and acts first before
the flop but second after the flop. Owning the button provides
a considerable advantage (that is of course equally shared,
because button ownership switches every hand), because before
the flop, the button's owner can apply pressure by making
the first bet, when there isn't a lot of information available
to the two players (only the two cards in their hands). The
person holding the big blind must not only respond to that
pressure, but must do so knowing that he or she will be out
of position for the remainder of the hand, when there is much
more information (i.e., the flop, turn, and river) available.
I mention these strategic concerns because Hellmuth employed
a strategy I'd never before seen used heads up at the final
of any tournament, or in any heads-up tournament. The blinds
started at $100-$200 and were schedule to increase once per
hour. The first seven times Hellmuth held the button, he called
the $100 blind bet on the SBB in the dark. That is, before
receiving any cards, he added a $100 chip to the forced small
blind chip, forfeiting his right to raise if he liked his
hand or to fold if he hated it, and leaving Chan with all
the initiative.
On hand #15, Hellmuth decided to forego the dark bet strategy,
for one hand only, and then returned to it, abandoning it
only on hand #49
which turned out to be three hands before
the match ended. Chan decided to try to turn the tables on
this unorthodox strategy with an admitted attempt to "get
into Phil's head with some comments."
The duo had done some talking already, but on #49, when Hellmuth
abandoned the unorthodox strategy, Chan said "Oh, you
got enough heart to look at your cards now?"
Hellmuth was trailing in he match by roughly a 2-1 chip count
at this point, thanks mainly to one big hand on #42. On that
one, Chan had opened for a raise to 7k from the SBB (Chan
almost always raised his SBB in this match, and between those
raises and the number of raises he put in from the big blind
after Hellmuth had made his dark call, very clearly had claimed
the aggressor's role in the match), and Hellmuth had called.
The flop came Ad-Qd-7s, Hellmuth checked the FLOP in the dark,
Chan bet $1,000, Hellmuth looked at his cards and made it
$3,500, and Chan called.
The 3s hit the turn, Hellmuth bet out for $6,000, and Chan
called. A second ace, the Ah, hit the river, and this time
Hellmuth led out for $4,000. Chan took less than two seconds
to call and flipped over his K-K. Hellmuth mucked his hand:
he'd been "caught running without the ball, and despite
Chan's role as initiator and aggressor, it really wasn't until
this hand that Chan took any significant lead.
Getting back to the by-play and the comment about "having
enough heart, Hellmuth respond. ""No, that's not
it, Johnny, I've been fighting you with my left hand, and
you didn't remember I was a right-hander (I have a feeling
Phil has watched or read The Princess Bride fairly recently:
there's a great sword fight scene involving a similar line).
I think I need both hands to fight against you."
It had been a respectful enough comeback line, and Chan acknowledged
it with a laugh. "You need both hands against me, OK,
I can live with that," Chan said.
Three hands later, Hellmuth held the SBB and didn't make
a dark call: he raised to $700, only to see Chan re-raise
him to $2,200; Hellmuth called. The flop came Kh-Jd-9c. Chan
immediately bet out for $2,500, a bet that hardly could have
seemed suspicious, given all the aggression Chan had shown
throughout the match, and Hellmuth raised him to $8,500. Chan
moved all-in, and Hellmuth called. The hands would have been
impressive enough in a ring game: heads-up, they were remarkable.
Chan held pocket kings, and had flopped top set. Hellmuth
held J-9, and had flopped two pair. Reverse the hands, and
all the money is going in either way: these hands are just
way too strong for anything else to happen in no-limit. The
only difference with a hand reversal is that Chan would still
have had chips, because he had the lead. But there was no
reversal, and the match was over, strangely enough without
the final two cards being dealt because someone said "it's
over" when at least technically it wasn't. Hellmuth could
have won had the turn and river cards both been jacks or nines;
either one of those 989-1 results would have given him quads.
Just one jack or one nine (or one of each) wouldn't have helped,
because Chan would have had the larger full house.
In the aftermath, I asked Hellmuth about the unorthodox dark
call approach, although I waited a while, because this hand
was such a cooler (poker slang for a bad beat that derives
from "bringing in a cold deck," although Hellmuth
made no such accusations) that I figured I had better give
him a while to recover.
"I had a definite plan, although with those two big
hands it didn't work," Hellmuth said. "I limped
in (made the dark calls) because I didn't want to be looking
at my cards. He's so aggressive that I wanted to be able to
focus entirely on looking into his eyes when he looked at
his cards, for the hands when I'd have position later."
Just because a play is unorthodox doesn't mean it's wrong,
especially when someone who reads people as well as Hellmuth
employs it, but even putting the two big hands aside, most
of the expert onlookers I consulted about the match felt that
Chan had outplayed Hellmuth from the start, both with the
cards and in the battle of words. I'm too biased for an objective
opinion, so I'll report the unanimity of the respected onlookers,
and the result.
It might have taken seven years to drink it, but I doubt
a seven-up ever tasted quite so sweet.
AND NOW, FOR SOMETHING REALLY REALLY DIFFERENT
Russell Rosenblum, the attorney who finished sixth in the
main event, made a VERY classy post to the RGP newsgroup,
and I found it so interesting that I asked him for permission
to reprint it here in WNP. He agreed, and so here you have
an insider's perspective on what it's like to sit at that
Mecca of final tables"
Date: 5/26/02 3:24 PM Pacific Daylight Time
Some people have told me not to bother responding to comments
on the final table play. I feel I owe it to the group as I
named this group as one of my poker mentors in the interview
for whichever network is going to air this.
First of all, I want to thank everyone on RGP for his and/or
her support. I particularly want to thank MM (in case his
boss is reading) and Bruce Kramer and Ken Adams, who were
crazy enough to fly out to sweat my final table.
Next I want to say, I played a LOUSY final table. I have
given this a lot of thought (no surprise). The J-6 was not
the problem, the problem was the 4 hours leading up to the
J-6. I failed to adequately change gears at this table.
I had played with everyone at this table for at LEAST 6 hours
except for Harley. There had been a consistent pattern of
having Julian, Scott, and Ralph come over top of my raises
for 2 days (3 days for Scott). Rob is very tough, because
he simply pushes all in.
The only thing that I had to go on was that none of these
players had ever called my all-in raises, or even my reraises
(except for Julian with AK against my JJ at the end of Day
Four, and Julian at the beginning of Day Four with his 66
to my JJ).
For those who know me and have played with me, a big part
of my game is my talking. The problem was for the first few
rounds I could not get anyone to budge. It was like playing
in a morgue.
The error I made was not realizing that the players that
had come over top of me on days Three and Four were playing
WAY to tight to come over top of me on Day Five. If I had
properly changed gears to reflect this I would have been able
to simply make 3-4x bb raises to steal blinds. Remember on
days Two-Four when I tried this 3 of 4 times I would get re-raised
and have to muck.
So on days Two-Four I had to be more "creative"
to find chips. It should also be noted that I showed down
an average of three hands a day between days 1-Four. AK, AQ
(when Julian had AK), JJ (when Julian had AK), KK (against
AK), a set of 66 (on Day 1), and 10-5 when the 5 made a wheel
and I got a free ride in the BB. I had an EXTREMLY tight image
going into Day Five.
My goal was to not play for an hour or so to reinforce that
image, and then revert to stealing when we lost a few players.
The problem was that everyone was SO TIGHT that I could, and
should have opened up my game early. I finally opened up my
game against the eventual winner, and he took 250K of my chips
when he had AA in the BB and I made a raise UTG with AQ (I
told people it was AK but now realize you will all see it
on TV in a few months.). He check raised all-in on a flop
of J-J-X.
Now to the J-6 hand. Obviously I did not want to get called.
That said, on Day Four Julian re raised a good 3/4 of my steal
raises. He almost never called an all in raise by me. I had
come over top of him with some bizarre hands. Leading up to
this hand, I finally had the
table a bit looser and talking. I had said to Scott that the
blinds were now big enough to make this a crap shoot, and
he agreed. My play started things getting a bit wacky. This
is how I like it.
My goal was to "appear" wacky, and then shut down
for a couple of rounds (absent cards). I believed (and still
do) that this would enable a couple of players to go bust,
move me up, and give me a reasonable chance to get into a
3 way position where Rob had already indicated that he would
talk about a deal.
I was fairly confident that Julian only calls with AA, KK
AK, and MAYBE QQ. Remember for 2 days AQ is the WORST hand
he has seen me play. I wanted to pick up 85k in dead money.
Could I have raised 75K and folded to a big re-raise? Of course.
But this was the problem: on Day Four he made me fold so often
my head spun. So I stopped stealing his blinds without a hand
that I would be willing to re-reraise with.
The key here was to take him and Scott out of their game.
Ralph appeared unshakable. This was my analysis at the time.
In hindsight my analysis was completely wrong. Julian was
already way off of his game, as was Scott. They were far tighter
than in the past and simply trying to find a strategy. Ralph
was trying to take control of the table, but when he got re
raised on three of six steal attempts by Rob, John Shipley
and me, he shut down.
I had the best seat at this table, and had I realized that
the most aggressive players had shut down, I would have changed
gears and opened up. In that event the J-6 would not have
been necessary. This was my great failure.
For those who still say why J-6? You go with what got you
there. I had made this play for 3 days with similar hands
against players with similar reads on me. I had just not had
the misfortune to run into a hand this big yet.
My plan was to shut down after this move. I still think the
probability of success was extremely high (maybe 50-1). But
again, if I change gears sooner it is completely unnecessary.
WHY ROBERT WON
Robert was the ONLY person at this table--either by skill
or by chance--who actually opened up his game when everybody
else shut down. Simply put, he was the only aggressor, and
as such deserved to win.
Why Shipley called with AJ: Simply put, he cracked. He had
a tell on Rob (sorry Rob if you read this or if it is forwarded
to you). Rob was clearly not happy that his all in with JJ
was about to get called. Shipley took the sign of weakness
as the opportunity to call. What he failed to realize was
that he held AJ and could beat nothing.
Why I mucked my JJ on Day Four: I cracked. There's no other
way to put it, but first, let me give you the background.
I played the best poker of my life, by FAR, on Day Qne. I
ended with 30K in chips, having shown down only 2 hands all
day. And never having won a pot larger than 4K. I was about
50th in chips (of 370 or so) going into Day Two.
On Day Two I got a terrible table draw. I had 3 bigger stacks
than me to my left. I then proceeded to get my AA cracked
in about 35 minutes and was back down to 17K. I was shaken.
I shook it off and ran my stack back up to 28K in 4 hours.
I then tried to pick off a bluff of a guy who had raised 6
of 10 hands. I called his raise with 5-5 in the BB, and then
check raised on a flop of J-7-2. He moved all in, and when
I folded showed me AA. Woops. Now that I was short on chips,
Meng La had no problem coming over the top whenever I raised,
so my strategy changed on how to pick up chips (private thoughts
sorry, but suffice it to say it mirrored the way I played
on Day Five).
I found myself playing survival the rest of the day. With
about one hour left in Day Two I was down to 6,500 in chips.
The blinds were high (I can't recall how high but I am sure
someone knows). I built my stack back up to 15K. I never showed
down a hand, and lets just say the BEST hand I ever saw was
AJs. With 10 minutes left in Day Two I had 15K in chips and
was just happy to be alive. I was not playing any more hands.
I was UTG and saw AK. Well the standard raise is maybe 1,500
or 2K. I didn't really want to get involved. I almost folded.
Instead I played "the system" and just moved all
in. The BB, who has had enough of my moving all in 3 hands
a round, calls with AQ and I double up.
I entered Day Three with about the same chips as I entered
Day Two with, but I was simply happy to be alive. I drew an
interesting table. I had John Esposito (class act, very nice
guy), and a bunch of aggressive Europeans. They also made
it clear from the beginning that they would be coming over
top of nearly all of my raises. So I had to play my Day Two
strategy again.
I was so close to busting so many times but managed to hold
on. I entered the dinner break on Day Three with about 15,000.
I don't recall the blinds but I am sure someone can look them
up. I was 14 out of the money but it was very clear I would
not be able to blind my way there.
I work my way up to about 26K. The 2 other short stacks are
to my left. I decide on my button I am moving in with any
2 cards because neither one of them has over 30K and probably
don't want to risk missing the money by calling without AA
or KK.
On my button it is folded to Ivey (on my immediate left).
He makes it about 8,500 to go (standard raise). So now I fold.
The SB moves in, and Ivey folds. They now break our table.
As Ivey is racking his chips he looks at me and says "You
should thank me I saved you whole stack."
I asked him what he said, and he said I knew what he meant.
I did. How he knew I was moving in there I will probably never
know. I had not even looked at my cards yet. He is truly a
gifted player.
At my next table, I build up to about 35K without showing
a hand. I am still 4 out of the money, and it is going to
be close to being able to blind my way there (which is of
course NOT my goal). Ross boatman makes it 15K to go UTG,
and I pick up KK on the button. I put on a big show, which
Ross says I should win an award for, and move all in. Sorry
Ross, it was probably poor form on my part. He calls with
9-9 and I double up.
This is where the Hoover Dam comment comes in. The cameraman
wants me to say something witty, and to be honest I am drained.
I can't even think straight. He asks me what I will have to
do to make the money, and I say "Time, I need time".
When he asks my plan for tomorrow I mention that my wife is
coming into town (planned 3 weeks ago), and she wanted to
see the Hoover Dam. Well I don't really want to see the dam,
I want her to see the Horseshoe!!! (Lucky lady).
Now (finally) to Day 4. I have 86K in chips, one of the shorter
stacks. Money moves up VERY slowly here. I am NOT NOT NOT
playing to make an extra 10K, so I decide to gamble a bit.
On about the 5th hand, I have A-Q. UTG makes it 10K to go;
I raise to 30K. Julian comes over top for 70K. UTG folds.
I take a LONG time. I decide that Julian could have TT or
JJ and call (Well I move in for 10K more). This play was WORSE
than my J-6, and only second to the J-J coming in a few minutes.
He has A-K. I flop 2 pair and turn a full, and
double up. It should be noted that right after Julian turned
his hand up and before the flop, I walked over to my wife
and said we are going home I am done. I almost threw up right
there and I was nearly to tears, I was so sick, I knew my
call was awful, I knew I deserved to be busted. This is why
I was so over the top when I hit my hand.
20 minutes later the JJ hand happens. Well I now had nearly
200K in chips and I had Julian covered--but mentally I assumed
he still had me covered. Look this was not my finest hour
of poker, there is not much more I can say. I raise in middle
position when he calls on the button (perhaps one off). The
flop comes T-T-x. I bet maybe 20K. He makes it 50k. I cant
decide if he has a T, a big pair or he is bluffing. Want to
be sure so I make it 100K. He immediately in Caro fashion
shoves his chips to the middle splashing the pot it a big
heap. I am now sick. If I fold I still have maybe 55K in chips
(I started with 83 and believed I could still come back with
this much).
I completely tilt and leave the table. I go where nobody
can see me. 20 minutes ago I felt the same feeling when I
thought I would get knocked out with the A-Q. Julian has me
covered (in my mind not in chips), and I want to avoid that
sick feeling at all costs. I put him on QQ, and I don't want
to go home. I Don't want to feel that sick feeling. Not with
J-J. I scream Kill it, Fold it, I am out. I say this from
a good 15 feet away from the table behind the wall for cocktail
waitresses. I was GONE I have NEVER been that tilted in my
life. When I come back to the table they again ask what I
want to do, but the dealer has now restacked Julian's chips
and I only have to call about 35K. Wait he cant bust me, I
will call. Matt Savage says my fold from the rail in binding.
Matt made the correct ruling, and I respect him for it (as
I told him 10 times afterwards).
Julian then turns up 6-6 and takes the HUGE pot.
Suffice it to say I was shaking after this hand. This was
the WORST hand I have ever played. Forget the fold. I left
the table and made my decision from behind a wall!!!! I got
here not by having cards, but by making reads, what did I
hope to read from behind the wall!!!!
My entire goal had changed from making the final table to
moving up one more table at a time. I went back to playing
the way I had on Days Two and Three. I picked spots and stole
pots.
I don't really know how I rebounded from that. I know I called
Matt Matros--he had been my unofficial coach--he told me I
could rebound, but for the first time I heard the doubt in
his voice. I spoke to Scott Byron, he told me to shake it
off and take it as a learning
experience. My wife (who had arrived late the night before)
told me I had played great and should be proud to have made
it this far.
Interestingly 2 people I had never really met before motivated
me. Mike Matusow walks into the room, and all I can think
of was his quote after getting knocked out last year "you
can be the best player in the world and NEVER get back here
(to the final table." I just kept think, I may never
get back to the final 45 again!!! I have to make the best
of this and get back to my A game. The other player was Miami
John. He asked if I had been short stacked in the WSOP before
today. When I told him about my other days, he said I must
be like him (better short stacked), and told me to do whatever
I did then.
The rest of the story has been told--but now to Day Five
again. I was still in the mindset of being shortstacked on
days Two, Three, and Four. I never changed gears to where
they needed to be. The J-6 was the symptom not the problem.
Again, thanks to all for their support, I hope to bring this
thing home in the future (hell, I have a 15 year free roll
now!!!!)
-Russell Rosenblum, Esq.
Thank you, Russell, for sharing this intensely personal
and able analytical report, and congratulations on a finish
that no doubt feels bittersweet right but which eventually
you will see for the great accomplishment it was. You obviously
have the heart of a champion. Whether you choose to pursue
this path, or focus your energy on other people or pursuits,
we don't know, but I think you could succeed in the poker
world if you wanted to. I also believe that most of the small
group capable of making it as poker professionals (and it
is a smaller group than most think) are capable of giving
the world more than their poker play.
-Andrew N.S. Glazer
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