Vegas or Bust: On the Cusp
One by one, they walked to the payout station. Michael, the zit-faced, scraggly-bearded British kid who wreaked havoc on my table near the end of Day 2, and "Austin," as I called him, who was from that Texas city and gave me fits whenever I tried to play a hand with him earlier on Day 2.
Every time a dealer called, "Payout, Table 423" after yet another player busted out, I knew I was laddering up the prize pool of the $1,500 Monster Stack, earning a little more money as I dreamed that insane dream - top prize of $1.1 million and the champion's bracelet, one of poker's most prestigious accomplishments.
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Every time a dealer called, "Payout, Table 423" after yet another player busted out, I knew I was laddering up the prize pool of the $1,500 Monster Stack, earning a little more money as I dreamed that insane dream - top prize of $1.1 million and the champion's bracelet, one of poker's most prestigious accomplishments.
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