David Williams won $3.5 million finishing second in WSOP – Judi Online24jam
“Growing up, I felt more sorry for my mom than anything,” Williams says of not having a father around. “She had to do everything for us financially. But my grandparents and my mom did a good job with me. It shapes you, and you figure out who you are. He was never really in my life, so I don’t identify with my Persian background much. I consider myself black because I was raised black, so I’m black. But, you Judi Online24jam know, if my background appeals to people because of my mix, that’s cool. I just don’t want to be called ‘the Tiger Woods of poker’ or some stupid shit like that. They already call Phil Ivey that, and it’s terrible. But it is cool to be out there doing this, because you don’t see many black guys playing poker.”
He stops for a second, and a goofy grin–the one Brittany says she sees all the time, the one she says David saves for when he’s most comfortable–spreads wide. “Maybe I’ll have to make up a nickname to really get things going. What do you think? Something cheesy. Like Dynamite Dave.”
It was a long WSOP for Double D. He had to get awfully lucky a few times, but that’s a prerequisite for anyone who gets close to Judi Online24jam winning the coveted bracelet. (Along with an incredible sum of money, the WSOP champion gets his picture on a wall with the past winners and a gold bracelet.)
The night before the final table, he was extra stressed and decided to take a soak in the hot tub back at Camp Bob. That’s what he and Boeken called the place where they stayed. A buddy of theirs from Magic has a rich dad with a nice home who offered to put them up. Then, calling it a “nice home” is like calling Ronald Reagan’s funeral “a quiet little service.” A large mansion serves as the main house, and there are several other dwellings surrounding it for guest use. Palm trees grow all around the property, and there are big pools (that’s plural) and a private movie theater spread out over the 8.47-acre compound. It’s Judi Online24jam so plush that the MGM Grand runs a picture of it in its hotel magazine along with a blurb that reads something along the lines of “holy Christ, dawg, you gotta check this spot out.”
“It’s like a private Disneyland,” Boeken explains.
It was a good place for Williams to get his mind right. The day of the final table, he was a little more relaxed, and it didn’t hurt that things worked out almost from the beginning. Before he knew it, he and Raymer were the only players left. For the first seven or eight minutes they never saw a flop–one would bet, and the other would fold.