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07.27.06
A Line-Of-Sight Issue
posted by Absinthe | 5:28 PM
Wandering the floor of the Expo with Wheaton is an object lesson on the double-edged sword of celebrity. People are eager to give him free swag. People are also eager to bend his fucking ear. I note with some amusement that he’s perfected the maintain-forward-momentum method of keeping conversations polite but brief.
In two quick turns around the convention floor we run into assorted well-wishers and more than a few famous types. I shake Steven Lipscomb’s hand and do not instantaneously burst into flames.
Then Wil spots Phil Gordon power-signing issues of Bluff and says hello. Phil calls Wheaton a traitor (a dig at Wil’s PokerStars gear), then does something astonishing.
He looks at me, points his finger right at me, and says, “That’s the guy I want to meet. You’re a fucking genius.”
!!!
Then I realize Bill Fillmaff is standing right behind me.
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Topics: Poker | 4 Comments »



July 27, 2006 at 6:21 PM
Ha! That’s awesome.
July 28, 2006 at 7:53 AM
I would have thrown out a “rock” at that point. :b
July 28, 2006 at 9:38 AM
Or even better, a circle below the waist…
July 28, 2006 at 5:15 PM
That’s hilarious.