When all the power went out inside the casino yesterday, I thought that was pretty crazy, but that’s nothing compared to what’s going on inside the Amazon Room this afternoon. Today’s craziness stems from the fact that we’ve got a little too much power in the room, as in Star Power. Yes, Adam Sandler is in the house. And Matt Damon. And Ben Affleck. Oh, yeah, Montel is here too.
While the Ante Up for Africa tournament is undoubtedly a good thing—I’m not about to say that we shouldn’t be helping the victims of genocide in Darfur as much as possible—the presence of so many celebrities has pulled the spotlight away from where it should. Right now the 2-7 no-limit event is winding down, and hardly a soul inside this building cares. Meanwhile, two hundred feet away adults are proclaiming their undying love for other adults they have never actually met before.
Okay, I’ll admit that I tried to check out the celebrity tournament but the 300 security guards over there wouldn’t let me. So I resigned myself to watching the best players in the world determine a champion in an event that has only ever been won by a great player. This is one World Series event that a one-hit wonder has never won. And it’s going to be no different this year. Out of the 12 players remaining when I showed up, I only didn’t recognize two… and I have a feeling if I ask around someone who knows more than I will inform me that so and so is actually an amazing player… or at least was in the 70s.
Interestingly, I was able to follow both events at the same time as Phil Hellmuth was on the mike doing color commentary. Listening to him I learned that Matt Damon and Adam Sandler are the most popular celebs in the room (based on crowd applause) with Charles Barkley coming in a close second. I also heard that Daniel Negreanu busted early and that Annie Duke wanted to let him rebuy… except the Nevada Gaming Commission wouldn’t allow it. “They’ll let you play those slot machines,” Barkley joked, “but they won’t let you give another $5,000 to charity.”
Meanwhile, with ten players left in the 2-7 I watched Shawn Sheikhan raise from the button only to get reraised all in by a short-stacked Allan Cunningham. Sheikhan dropped a king, which he later admitted, and made a 10-9. Cunningham stood pat with his jack-high, which wasn’t good enough to keep him alive. Down to the final ten, the players stayed at two tables. Two more players needed to get eliminated before they could consolidate to one table.
I guess it really is a rule that if a wheel card flips over you’re allowed to keep it because I watched Chip Reese get dealt an upturned 5
, which he kept. He then raised to $40,000 from the button. Andy Black reraised him to $100,000, and Reese called. Both players stood pat and Reese checked. Black pushed all in, and Reese quickly called. Black showed 8-7-6-3-2… and Reese, who had been the chip leader for much of the afternoon, mucked his cards and left the room. “He must have had a 9-6,” Todd Brunson guessed, but who really knows?
The final table is now set, and I’d be willing to bet a lot of money that Lamar Wilkinson, the one player I don’t recognize, won’t win it. Only the poker greats win 2-7 bracelets at the World Series of Poker.

For the last few hours, I parked myself at the rail between tables 17 and 19 in the Amazon Room. I assigned myself the task of railbirding (yes, I just made up that word) the man who has won more money in poker than any other: Chip Reese. I’d heard from many people that Chip isn’t a flashy player. He’s quiet and steady and all but immune from tilt. Howard Lederer once commented that Reese makes the decisions his opponents would rather not see every single time. When he said this, Howard smiled in a way that spoke to both his respect for Chip and the exasperation that Reese has caused him over the years.
The $3,000 Seven-Card Stud World Hi-Lo Championship enticed what seems like half the Big Game to drive past the Bellagio and pay a visit to the Rio instead. Included among the 236 entrants are Ted Forrest, Chip Reese, and Phil Ivey as well as a bunch of old guys I don’t recognize. Despite my ignorance, I have a feeling some of the best seven-card stud hi-lo players in the world are inside the Amazon Room this evening, and, sadly, I don’t even know who they are.


















