Well, I have so much to say about this. Here goes.
After a hearty Rootes breakfast,we were full of good cheer and humour.Spurred along by the tireless lyrical genius that is "Candyshop", and the boost button the journey to Oxford passed quickly.
Upon arrival it was obvious that the tournament was going to be on the shambolic side. However, my confidence was buoyed when I was greeted by an American wearing sunglasses who appeared to be "organising" registration. Clearly, this gent felt the shades necessary in order to shade his identity, lest he was lynched by the hoardes of disappointed punters who had unwittingly forked out £7.5k for the pleasure of a smoke filled, dirty hole. However, perhaps the lack of natural light made some of the internet players feel at home.
Without doubt the tournament directors did a superb joke, who could fail to see the funny side ofthe MC's Alzheimers joke..About 400 people at a guess. Thought it was in the best possible taste myself..A considerable sum of the £7.5k must have been spent on the audio equipment, we were lucky enough to hear the life memoirs of the terribly amusing gent, who seemed to be havinga wonderful time with the microphone.
Performances aside, this had the potential to be a shining example of tournament poker. This compounded my misery, I felt incredibly dissapointed, despite the huge amount of rake taken, there was no customer satisfaction whatsoever. The standard of play was pretty poor, but this is no problem. Clearly not for Simon Trumper, who despite finishing second was whinging about the ability of the field. Thought it was a nice touch from a player who went broke, that's the tournament rollercoaster for you Simon.
The event was also full of a large amount of unsavoury characters, I'd expect this in a casino environment, but clearly the organisers felt the need to whore out the event..No doubt to ensure they generated enough to pay for Eric Engler's snappy wardrobe. Held under the guise of a student event, the field was full of weak/tight and loose/weak middle aged men who had a rather exagerrated sense of their own ability.
On the bright side, 1/2 pint of coke was only £1.50, very reasonable I'm sure you'd agree. Over all this event was no more than cynical exploitation, I'm shocked the University Poker League would endorse such a chaotic travesty. Whilst I understand the field was large, the players were dehumanised, barely treated as humans as we were enforced to endure the ridiculous self dealing ettiquette. I felt violated by my experience in Oxford.