The 2007 WSOP Starts This Week

Hot damn. The 2007 WSOP starts this week. Friday. June 1st.

The Entities that comprise Wicked Chops Poker will be in Las Vegas for the entire Series this year. Start to finish. The whole enchilada. The whole nine yards. The Billy Zabka bonanza.

So as we prep, let’s regurgitate. Here’s our thoughts on why winning a bracelet is like fucking Paris Hilton, as first published in BLUFF Magazine.


In just a few short weeks, the world’s greatest sporting event, the World Series of Poker, will get underway.

However, thanks to those Fristian fascists responsible for sneaking the Unlawful Internet Gambling Enforcement Act (UIGEA) through the ports security bill last September, the fields won’t be anywhere near as big as they have been in year’s past.

But does that mean some of the WSOP’s luster has faded?

It’s something we here at Wicked Chops Poker are struggling with. And by “struggling with” me mean “just thought about 10 minutes ago as we were writing this article.”

With its increased number of events and what will likely be significantly smaller fields, winning a WSOP bracelet just might not mean as much as it did a few years ago.

When you think about it, winning a WSOP bracelet is comparable to sleeping with Paris Hilton.

Sure, regardless of what you think of her, as soon as you finished moving “all-in,” you’d be calling your friends and bragging about it (right as you were speeding off to get tested at your nearest VD clinic). And sure, you’d rather have slept with her like five or six years ago when most people still thought she was hot and she had a little more allure.

The parallels are obvious.

As a straight male, it’s pretty much understood that you have to sleep with Paris Hilton.

And at the end of the day, as a top notch poker player, it’s pretty much understood that you have to win a bracelet.

But you don’t have to be a MIT-grad like Robert Varkonyi, or any one of the thousands of men who have likely slept with Paris Hilton, to understand a bracelet just doesn’t mean as much as it did a few years ago.

Having said this, here’s a few things we’d like to see to ensure the WSOP doesn’t lose that luster:

:: Doyle Brunson pulls a Cal Ripken – When everyone hated baseball in 1995, Cal Ripken came along and made us appreciate the game again. And what poker player could pull at the heartstrings of even the non-fans of our game like Cal did with his streak? Doyle. We need Doyle Brunson to go deep in the Main Event. Or Paris Hilton. Wait, that’s not funny.
:: Moneymaker Goes John Daly – Earlier this year we charted the John Daly-esque career arc of Chris Moneymaker. After essentially doing nothing for five years after winning his first major, Daly won the 1995 British Open out of freaking nowhere. Moneymaker helped usher in poker’s first boom…could another big showing usher in a second? Yeah probably not but it sure sounds like a great concept.
:: Ladies’ Night and Pillow Fight – A final table consisting of Lacey Jones, Shannon Elizabeth, Liz Lieu, Clonie Gowan, Erica Schoenberg, Evy Ng, Jennifer Tilly, Joanna Krupa, and that chick who dressed up like a Geisha on Day 1 of the 2005 WSOP, where a rollicking round of poker was played followed by an even more rollicking pillow fight would be the coolest thing ever.

On that note, we’re off to take a cold shower. Not together though. That’s gross.


One Response

  1. BJ Nemeth

    May 29, 2007 10:09 pm, Reply

    Did I mention that I’ll be at ground zero, reporting from the final tables? If you can arrange the Ladies event/pillow fight (but drop the Geisha to make room for Isabelle Mercier), I’ll promise to focus more on photos and less on the hand-by-hand action. (Although I promise to report on all the hand-on-leg action, and leg-on-shoulder action, and … I’d better stop now.)
    In all seriousness, the Doyle-Goes-Deep theory is pretty obvious. (Except for the Paris postscript — thanks for a visual I’ll be stuck with for a while.) But I hadn’t considered the Daly-esque potential of Chris Moneymaker. That would be a *fantastic* story. Hmmm … you’ve actually got me rooting for him. (And Lacey, Shannon, Liz, Clonie, Erica, Evelyn, Jennifer, Joanna, and Isabelle.)

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