The most vivid memory? The $111,000 One Drop, which was full of drama and tension - including a contentious Day Two table of Hellmuth, Colman, Hastings, Altergott, Cheung.* (The $500k High Roller Bowl was exciting as well don't get me wrong, but the $111K was usual poker played with a vocal rail). Some real legends and rivals went deep. The structure sucked as usual.
With three left, Colman went all-in against Klein and the unthinkable happened. A guy swallowed his false teeth and almost died in the stands.** Despite this near brush with mortality (poker heaven some would argue, when you are 88), we still had a heads-up battle between a wicked philanthropist and a Man with a bracelet. And Duhamel of all people, was our victor - proving that some people have an enduring love of tournament poker and triumph at exactly the right time. Karma, some would call it.
* classic Hellmuth meltdown checked off my bucketlist.
** Some people got butthurt by a spoiler and started flaming in the middle of tragedy. I am not much of a real-time railbird, although it is nice to know some people are. I was just not cool with being told to GTFO. I never say that to anyone. (I am not a hockey fan, so I have an excuse).
There were people who supported and encouraged what I was doing. Unfortunately, a group of whatever... friends? would specifically seek out my posts and dump on them after that. Not a great experience. My basic take home? I still can't believe the opportunities I had to witness poker at its highest level ringside. The book I was thinking of publishing - interest was piqued. Guess I got a few things right.