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Fame is for the Famous

by Padraig Parkinson |  Published: Aug 01, 2009


My World Series of Poker trip got off to a great start — in the airport anyway. The immigration guy was Irish. His mother’s family was from County Mayo, which coincidentally is where Phil Hellmuth’s mother’s family comes from, so if he runs bad this year and needs a job, at least he’s got some connections. The guy suggested I should approach Guinness about a sponsorship deal. It would probably be the biggest rakeback deal in history. When we got there we headed downtown. As usual, I went to Binion’s in search of inspiration but had to settle for chicken noodle soup instead. My first event was the $1,500 pot-limit Omaha, which played a bit like an audition for suicide bombers. I got a cab driver from Sudan that was a real nice guy. He refused to complain about things being a little slow and told me that to be ...

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