I was reading on Pokerati that pros are offering to coach the November Nine for a piece of their winnings. Wha-huh? On those terms I'd say no to everyone. For a fee maybe, for a tiny, tiny, tiny percentage maybe (like 0.0001%) but in general no. The November Nine has to realize that their "coach" will get a butt load of publicity standing behind them. On top of that, if the coached player does well Norman Chad will attribute it to the coaching 100 times during the broadcast and not the player. Whatever company the coach is "working for" (ie FullTilt or Stars) will get plenty of advertising as the camera will seek them out Johnny Chan behind Jaime Gold style. Although with ChanPoker just going under I guess that didn't help his site out too much. His misstep ignored, if you think about it, the coaching pays for itself just from the camera time. Not only that, coaches could actually cut into the Nine's secondary profit streams. If you were an onl...
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Flash back to around 2000, said stone is still in existence, and my doorbell rings. It's Monday night, it's someone's birthday, and the Stone symbol is given. I have to be at work the next morning, and The Stone is 300 miles away. But you don't disrespect the Stone. Needless to say, about 12 hours later I return home and the car is about $800 richer than when we left. I won about $100 of that, and bought me a nice Stone polo shirt, which I still wear today, stains, holes and all. You don't throw out a Stone shirt. You just don't.
--G
10/18/97
Four of my degenerate friends and I hop into my car and we head north. We're closet degenerates at this point in our lives so we say we're going to see Syracuse host Temple in a football mismatch, but we know why we're really going.
2nd quarter and it's ugly. Maybe 42-0 or something like that (final ended up 60-7). It's time for some Stone. We get there and it starts off as good as it did for Temple. The cards aren't turning our way and the dice are making our chips disappear. Time for some eats to regroup then back to the tables.
Then, there she is. Goose and I spot the loveliest, most jittery Blackjack dealer you'll ever meet. Jennifer opens her table and the Stone's coffers for us. Five bucks (hey five bucks!) turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and on it goes. The rest of the crew makes their way over and they join in on the fun. And by fun I mean winning lots of cash and watching Jennifer give me dirty looks when I tell her I'm splitting my 10s.
We all end up winners and the car returns home $1500 happier. Unconfirmed whether or not Jennifer had a restraining order against me.
--G