My first blog. Oh yeah. Here we go.
First off, come back to http://howardconnell.wordpress.com/ as you wish as I’ll be posting updates as the events progress…..
As I write this, I’m feeling “old” for one of the first times I can remember. I don’t know how to create a blog. Learning on the job – that’s what consultants do, right? Being behind the times makes me feel old (what’s an RSS feed anyway?) plus my body is racked with pain from my move this past weekend. 40 can’t be too far off.
With the World Series coming up, I thought this blog would be a good opportunity to catch up with the times while also keeping people up to date. Who knows – maybe some random people will run into it as well. Might this prove to be a more effective medium than blanket emails? You tell me. This way, those who want to find out what I’m up to can but those who don’t need not be bothered by unwanted emails about the fun or depressing times I’m having when, in all actuality, you could give a rats ass about what I’m doing (but are too nice to say so). So I guess emails would prove quite effective for those who do care and the blog simply exists for those who don’t care. Now you don’t have to. Fine. Be that way.
So – for those of you who don’t know – on Thursday, June 26th I’m headed to Las Vegas until mid-July. But why, pray-tell, why oh WHY would someone enjoy themselves in Sin City, the barrage that is so purely and soley Las Vegas – what some consider to be a cacophonous hell hole of lights, glitter, debauchery, wasteful excess, drunken stupors, insane windfalls, and depressing stories of despair – for almost three weeks straight without even a travel companion? (I don’t count Angelina, my svelte, synthetic lover who folds up in my carry-on – and I don’t think you should either). Personally, I’ve come to enjoy that place in ways I never thought I would. A love of poker certainly helps. The smoke-free rules in all poker rooms and interesting caliber and type of player you find there – as opposed to in the rest of the casino – helps as well. Being a foodie and searching out great dining adds to the experience always. I do hate that it’s a wasteful island in the middle of the desert; maybe I could create a position or firm helping casino operators make their overall properties and operations more sustainable in the long run. OK…. food for thought post-WSOP.
Well, to start, I blame Lorenzo, Dan, Schwarzbart, Martin, Ben, Chen, Piazza, and my other buddies from business school as the instigators. Having seen a game or two on ESPN and hearing my buddy Charlie or cousin Travis talk about playing poker with their buddies, I had a feeling I’d enjoy playing “real” poker. I’d only played the no-stakes 5-card draw games someone might start after hearts or gin was over. I wanted in.
Then the boys asked me to join. So – duh - I did. I learned the basics. Quickly. As I soon found out, basics don’t get you very far. It was my first game over at Dan and Devon’s place. Beer #1 (of many – the standard at these booze and betting evenings of manly fun) had just been cracked open and sipped. We’re just getting started and I get caught up in the excitement, not knowing what I was doing and called the famous “all-in” on Martin. With nothing to show for it when he called. I immediately was both out of the game and exposed as a complete “rookie”. OK – time to learn.
The next blame goes to Dan and Lorenzo who took me to the Oaks Card Room in Oakland for the first time a few months later. The Oaks is special place. I use “special” here in that same sense that you’d use it to describe a kid in the neighborhood who isn’t quite all there, scares you at times, ain’t exactly MIT material, but is a real sweetheart once you get to know him. You warm up to him after a bit. Then he’s just your favorite thing in the world before you know it.
I warmed up to the place, had a blast and, more than anything, was fascinated with the social aspect of this odd little place. People from all walks of life – and I mean all walks - sit at tables as equals competing, bantering, and generally having a great time. Factory workers, lawyers, Berkeley undergrads, hustlers, homeless, senior citizens, doctors, mechanics, sex workers, teachers, and everyone in between. You just never knew. But they were brought to common ground and equal footing at the poker table until someone showed you who was boss. Personality and skill were what mattered there – not what you did, where you came from, or what you looked like. Oh – and to many of these characters it seemed that bling mattered. A great deal. Oh the bling! Gold rings, diamonds in gold rings, Rolexes, fake Rolexes, diamond earrings, necklaces, gold teeth (YEAH BABY!) and more. Themes of luck, money, and other classy touches really wooed me. Hey everyone – do me a favor – if I ever pull out poker tainted bling or fashion – just go ahead and shoot me.
Marie, Tracy, and Sasha – my Berkeley grad school housemates – can attest that I spent a few late nights at the Oaks from time to time. There I was schooled a few too many times and – hating not being good enough to win but knowing it was a skill I could learn – it was time for studying and practice.
Fast forward past graduation, a new job, and a move to Atlanta. While working in Omaha, Nebraska for six months in 2006 I was able to play No Limit Hold Em in a real casino for the first time and put my further studies to the tests. Once or twice a week after work I’d head over to the Horseshoe Casino in Council Bluffs, Iowa and play in the poker room. Stacy – a co-worker who I met at the tables before we even realized we were co-workers – showed me the true meaning of tight and aggressive poker during some of our nights there.

Fast forward to Spring 2007. Working on a project in Manhattan, I took advantage of being in the big city and stayed many weekends. One weekend I decided to head to Atlantic City for a day. Some tournaments that could lead to the World Series of Poker Main Event (a $10,000 entry fee) were going on so I thought I’d check it out. I entered into one tournament that day. About 200 people played. The top two finishers would win a full $10,000 entry. I was one of those two.

The picture above is of the Main Event room in 2007. The one to the left is me in the Cal hat at one of the tables on day one that year. Erick – my good buddy from Nashville – came to watch me play in and take photos of the WSOP last year. He’s a bad ass professional photographer – check out www.eafoto.com
Out of 6,358 players, the top 621 would cash – or be “in the money”. 621st place was $20,000 – the minimum winning. I ended up finishing in about 950th place by my calculations. Not a bad run for the first big tournament. Damn that hand, too…… AK of clubs just as I was needing to make a move – and was caught and smacked down by AA. Out of the tournament only hours before making the money. Reading it all back through, I should have been able to lay that hand down and assumed he had a big pair. It wasn’t time yet. I vowed to Erick that I would try to win my way back in again. That was just too damn fun and I wanted to go back next year.
Having Erick out there last year was great – but who’s joining me this year? Erick? Bloomer? Tiernan?
This year, while working on a project in New Jersey, I headed back to Atlantic City on two weekends to try a repeat of 2007. I was not about to pay $10,000 to enter anything but I would just love to get back in by winning it. No such luck. But a month or so later I headed online to see what I could do. Within a few tries and just a few hundred dollars investment I won a package covering the full entry this year plus some travel money.
So here I go again. Let’s see how the cards treat me this year. I’ll do what I can on the skill side but the cards still have to be with you. I’ll let you know how it goes.
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This is Joe Hachem after winning in 2005:
