This past weekend I went to Arizona, to help Phil Hellmuth raise money for the TASER Foundation for Fallen Officers. The TASER Foundation’s mission is to honor the service and sacrifice of our every day heros. By providing financial support to their families.

My good friend, Kevin O’Donnell lives in Scottsdale and is a big supporter of this event. So I decided to fly to Phoenix, crash at Kevin’s house and show my support. I dropped my things off at his house, and we headed out to his restaurant/bar. We get there, and Kev says “I’ve got one of those Heads Up Poker Challenge tables, want to play? I said, “For any amount, bring it on.”

I crushed him the first game, and he gets lucky as hell on the next 2. Story of Kevin’s life.

We eat food, finish our drinks and head back to his house. Kevin shows me to me to my room, or more accurately…my pull out couch. This was odd, I always get the guest house when I visit. Apparently, I got down graded cause his nephew is staying with him. But in all reality I think I’m being punished for kicking his ass on the first heads up match. The next morning I awake to - a stiff neck, and back. Great I’m to old for sleeping on a COUCH!

Kev has to go to work. Ha Ha- at least I get to go to a spa, get a massage while he is slaving away at his bar. After my much needed massage, I stop by KO’s, Kev is hiding because some ex-girlfriend is there. Typical.

KO’s is just like the sitcom “Cheers”, only Kevin is Sam Malone. Since Cheers was one of my personal favorite shows, no wonder I like this place so much.

The next morning, I awake to the smell of fresh coffee brewing, compliments of Kevin’s roommate, Mark. I take my coffee out onto the patio, and like every morning my phone starts ringing off the hook. No rest for the weary!

When I talk on the phone, I pace around. Never do I sit still. So in my standard fashion, I pace around the backyard. What I didn’t notice was a bee buzzing around me. Next thing I know it stings me under my forearm. I reach up pull the bee stinger out of my arm and continue talking. After I get off the phone, I realize that I didn’t scream when that bee stung me. It hurt like hell.

That evening I went to a dinner for the TASER Foundation. At dinner were Phil Hellmuth, Brandon Cantu, Jeff Madsen and Laura Miller. Phil invites me to go with them to The W Hotel to meet a football player, although I never ended up meeting him. I didn’t care- I really enjoy hanging out with friends.

“The next day, the TASER Foundation hosted a no-limit hold ‘em tournament at Fort McDowell Casino.” The tournament consist of three different tournaments, in which top three will advance to a final table for the chance to win a WSOP 2009 main event seat. The buy-in was $1000 with unlimited re-buys, starting stack 5000 in chips. Re-buys $1000 with a $500 add on.

When I play these types of events, I am there for one reason, to raise money for the charity. Most of the people that play in charity tournaments are there for the same reason - it is all about the cause. So in these types of tourneys you see lots of hands that you would not normally see in a regular event. The key is DO NOT BLUFF! You will be called down by bottom pair. Conversely, though, you can bet your hands for value - because you will be called down by bottom pair.

Brandon Cantu arrives about 30 minutes late, sits down and within 10 minutes is standing up about to walk away without re-buying. He pushed all in for 5000, with the blinds 100/200 with Q3o. I decide to mess with him a bit, and I say, “Brandon, I will pay for your re-buy of $1000 if you make a last longer bet with me. The loser lets the winner tase them.” This is a good bet for me, I already have 15,000 in chips and the re-buy period is almost over. Brandon doesn’t know how to slow down. He wanted a moment to think about it. But I think he needed to ask Layne Flack and Phil Hellmuth, how much money they had on them. He knew the only way to win the bet was a bunch of re-buys and get lucky. Or maybe they were telling him that he had to do it, otherwise he will look like a wuss.

He finally accepts. Within a couple of hands, I hear Brandon is All-in, Q3o is the piece of cheese he turns over again. I have been playing this game all wrong if pushing with Q3o is the way to play. He loses, and I hear re-buy. Ha ha, extra $1000 to the charity.

Sitting directly to my left is John Bunnell - Host of the World’s Wildest Police Videos. I turn to John, and ask the question I should have asked before making the bet with Brandon. Does it hurt to be Tased? He laughs a little, and says, “It depends, and what I mean by that is you better be wearing Depends.” It hurts so much that you will wet yourself. OMG, I really don’t want to be tased! This is the stupidest bet I have ever made. I don’t like pain. I pull myself together, by remembering, that I was so deep into a conversation that I didn’t feel the bee sting me just 2 days before. I can do this, if is me…I will take it like a champ. I need to put my mind somewhere else, try to have dignity, and write a thank you letter to John Bunnell, for telling me to wear Depends if I lose.

Over at Brandon’s table he is all-in again, with another fine hand something like K5o this time. Ha Ha….extra $1000 to the charity, then again J7….$1000….another re-buy from Brandon, gosh he is soooooo generous. He doesn’t slow down, all-in again, gets called in 5 spots….re-buy period will over in 10 minutes, he flips up AA, ha ha…..no shot Aces vs five opponents, sweet $$$ yes I love it when a plan comes together. I get up, to watch the pain in his face, when those Aces get crack. What the hell, they hold up. Brandon has a little more than 25,000. I only have one question, the horseshoe that has been stuck in his #*& this past year, can’t fall out for the good of our Fallen Heroes? REALLY? My faith in the poker gods, is dwindling.

Meanwhile at my table, Jeff Matson shows up 45 minutes late. He builds up a nice stack, taking advantage of me, cause he knows I am no longer playing to win the tournament, I am just trying to out last Brandon. My fears of being ZAPPED intensify. I am down to 6,300 cause Jeff keeps moving in on me.

Re-buy period is over, I add on for $500. If I would have had 5000 or below I could have done a re-buy plus add on. But I wasn’t paying attention…I was rooting against Brandon instead of watching my stack. So I will come back from break with the blinds at 1000/2000. Oh and guess what, Brandon gets moved to my table, so instead of being at a table with a bunch of amateurs, I am sitting with Brandon and Jeff. I am going to be ZAPPED, the crowd is hungry for it….I feel it. It doesn’t help when I am in a hand that the entire crowd starts, going ZzZzZzZ, ZzZzZzZ zZzZzZzZ! Brandon raises, I get out of the way, and Jeff flat calls….what he moved in on me every time I raised….Flop T,7,2. Brandon bets Jeff moves all-in, Brandon calls instantly. Jeff shows 88, Brandon AT…..Brandon bust Jeff, now he is sitting with about 75,000. After this pot, Brandon nits up….I don’t think in his entire life that he folded as many hands in a row as he did in this event. I say to Brandon, “You don’t want to win this bet by folding your way into it do you?” He replied with a half crooked smile, he stays stead fast, with folding, even showing me a AQ fold to a raise and call. He is needling me. I smile and sweetly and whisper only to him…NIT.

Just in the knick of time I pick up two beautiful Aces. Raiser from early position, I push in as expected I get called. This guy has TT, the flop is a nice one. A, 7, 4 in my mind I am thanking the poker gods for this flop, no waiting…giving my little heart a break..so I don’t have to sweat it. I knew the poker gods would reward me cause they knew I only made this with the the best intention of raising money for our Fallen Heroes, and now they were blessing me with my kindness. But wait…on the turn is a Ten! The crowd goes wild, screaming for another Ten on the river. My mouth hanging open…..I am like really? Really? You want to see me get tased? The crowd nods in unision. And began ZzZzZzZ, ZzZzZzZ zZzZzZzZ!

In the midst of all the action, my mind flashes to a scene from the movie the Gladiator. Except I was a Gladiator in ancient Rome who fought against wild animals, and condemned criminals, for the entertainment of spectators. Not the handsome Russel Crowe!

THEY WANT TO SEE ME DIE!

This is my movie scene - remember! I am suppose to be the hero here. Brandon is the villain! Not me - the crowd should be on my side. Funny…though all I hear is ZzZzZzZ, ZzZzZzZ zZzZzZzZ! All to soon the crowd forgets, that Brandon wasn’t gonna re-buy!

I win that pot putting my stack at around 30,000. Whew! I am not out in the clear yet but at least I am not feeling the pain of that taser looming in my mind. Each time my chips went in the middle I psychology felt a twinge of electricity flowing through my body. By far this was the most pressure I had ever played under. The mind is a powerful thing.

Finally, Brandon gets involved in a pot that he loses….the tide is turning. I am on my up swing. He has to start playing the game or he will be blinded out. Before I could blink the crowd sees that he is wounded and with the same amount of thirst for blood of seeing me losing the bet they turn on Brandon. Now, they were chanting….ZzZzZzZ, ZzZzZzZ zZzZzZzZ when Brandon was is in a pot. I am not going to bore you with the rest of all the all-ins and ZzZzZzZ, ZzZzZzZ zZzZzZzZ! But the conclusion of this story……out of 104 players we are down to the final 14. Only 13 places get paid. Brandon gets it in with the best hand, and gets sucked out on. He takes 14th place…the bubble boy, that is now going to be tased, it will be filmed, and posted on Youtube. I have already heard rumors of bets flying around…will he cry out like a baby or wet his pants. This may end up being the most interesting bet I have ever made, I know it was the stupidest.

The lesson that I learned from this is….I will never make a bet that will effect how I play the game.

As for Brandon Cantu, he was a good sport for taking this bet and because of his degenerate style of play (only teasing of course) he has helped a family that will have a need at a very difficult time in their lives. Brandon just remember that when I am ZAPPING you, it will only hurt like hell for 5 seconds.

Remember, bad beats make for lousy pillow talk!

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