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Thanks, DoylesRoom.com, for nothing.
DoylesRoom.com, as Roman Moronie would say, are "fargin’ lyin’ bastages."
In fact, they ruined Christmas.
Back in July, Wicked Chops Poker attended a gala during the
Five months and multiple emails later, we hadn’t received diddly.
Then, last week, just in time for Christmas, it came. It came. It finally came! Here’s what we received:
2) Online Poker book (2/3 of which explains how to register for Doylesroom.com) – value – $10
4) Doyle’s Room bag of some sorts – value – $2
Total value: $37
Five months for that???
Now, at risk of coming off sounding like an ingrate, this is far from the promised $100 package. Getting promotional company schwag is fine. It’s often more than fine. But opening the package, it kind of felt like Ralphie in A Christmas Story…hoping each box contained that Red Ryder-carbine-action-two-hundred-shot-range-model-air-rifle…only to get a pink bunny suit…or in this case…left-overs from the Marketing closet.
After numerous Addict emails to the Doyle’s Room folks, they probably just stuffed this junk in an envolope to shut us up.
Keep in mind, Doyle probably had no idea that free chotchkie’s were even being given away at his gala. So this technically wasn’t his fault.
Do you see a pattern developing?
As in, is Doyle Brunson the new Ronald Reagan? You know, a brilliant, genial legend whose belief system and strength of will changed the course of history (in Reagan’s case, it was ending communism and enhancing America’s status in the world…in Brunson’s case…it was poker)…yet remained above the fray while wearing a teflon suit to avoid all culpability? ***
Now thinking about it in those terms, comparing Doyle (at right with Snake) to the likely one agreed upon mutual icon among the Wicked Chops crew–Ronald Reagan– well, Doyle DOES deserve a free pass on everything, just like Reagan once did. It was/is a Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanza gift enough just to have had him around, adding stability to the geopolitical/poker world. We all owe a debt to Doyle, just like we did to Reagan.
So Merry Christmas, Doyle Brunson. Merry Christmas to you.
***Where did that come from? Even the author didn’t see that coming…truly an unexpected turn…