“Go for it, Darko!”
OK, so after I proclaimed myself the winner of the BBT Freeroll, a number of you piled on. "How could you have won?" they asked. "Wasn't it . . . you know, cancelled? How do you figure that you won? ON WHAT BASIS ARE YOU MAKING THAT CLAIM? DO YOU COME FROM THE FUUUUUUUTURE????"
I had my answers, of course.
1. I intended to play the BBT Freeroll until either I busted out or I won. I never busted out. Hence . . . I friggin' win. I stand by my results. Ipso facto. Q.E.D. RSVP.
2. Sure, anybody can go ahead and refute anybody, especially if they use facts and logic. But poker ain't a game of facts and logic, it's a game of boldness and and and, um skill. It takes boldness to claim victory in a cancelled tournament. And skill? How, you might ask does skill factor in? Well you might ask. And I will tell you. Yep. Yessir, I'm going to . . .
3. Look! What on earth can that be behind you???
Then Al Can't Hang has to go and embarrass me with a public proclomation that the BBT Freeroll had been rescheduled. He even got Full Tilt to kick in an additional $650, which really cheeses me off.
Why? Isn't that obvious? I'm now the winner of the lesser BBT Freeroll. Curse you, Al, you son of a tuberous plant, you half-cousin to a platypus, you! Curse yooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuu!!!!!
Clearly, I need to be bold and skillfull once again. SO . . . in light of the public and rather premature guarantees of other bloggers, I am sealing the deal. Crossing the Rubicon. Believing that it's not butter. Removing the tag from the mattress.
I am making a public guarantee of victory in the BBT Freeroll tomorrow.
That's right. You heard right. No matter the cards, no matter the skill level of my starting table, I am guaranteeing that I will find a way to claim victory in the BBT Freeroll, Take 2 (Electric Boogaloo). I'll even put my money where my mouth is. Anybody who busts me will receive a bounty of 400 BBT points. You can't do better than that.
Perhaps I won't actually win. Anybody can win. But to claim to have won after flaming out in 16th place? That takes a big poker heart, baby.
Just try to stop me.