The Bat through a friend of a friend of a friend got a hold of a letter, actually an email (the Bat hasn’t gotten a letter since they asked him to register for Vietnam) from a player who was at the Gulf Coast Poker Championship and was mad as hell about the abuse he suffered there during a Texas Holdem poker tournament. Before the Bat breaks down the anatomy of a chop, proper tournament structure, and proper floor-man behavior the Bat wants to wax philosophic about the Vietnam letter.
It’s relevant… just wait for your trusted friend the Bat to get to it. Talk about a bad beat seeing as the letter arrived after the war had ended a decade or so earlier, and at that point and time the only place Americans were fighting overtly was Grenada, the Bat ain’t much a fan of the U.S. Postal Service. Sure they deliver in rain, snow, sleet, or hellfire except when they don’t.
Sometimes a letter will get lost for damn near a decade. Sometimes that can mess up your life. So at that point the Bat went off the grid. No more mailbox for the Bat. Course, the Bat didn’t stray too far from the grid keeping his credit card, phone line, and fax line but you get the point. Anyway, the men in uniform of the postal service mean well, and we’ll forgive them for calling their top dog a general after all the salvation army gets away with it, but when things go awry there they really go haywire.
Same can be said for running a poker tournament. The floormen are kind of like the guys running a post office. Some days they come into work and a guy flat out goes postal and that efficient little system is bent on its ear and conflict runs amuck. Sometimes the system just breaks down, like the mail in Louisiana post Katrina. The Bat would mail something and it’d get there but it’d take a month. Real fun when paying bills.
The Bat thinks that if you are organizing a poker tournament and you are disregarding players complaining about your structures that’s one thing if the players still come. And for the most part they do because there is no other game in town (won’t mention Oklahoma where the Bat might have been), but when they stop coming you got a problem. Bat hears the numbers were down a bit for that big poker tournament over there even worse the Bat hears the structures were so bad that players were mostly chopping the events even before they got to the final table. WTF?
Guess what it’s crisis mode… a civil servant just walked into the Post Office locked and loaded. Maybe they wanted every tournament to wrap up after one day but the Bat suspects not. The Bat also knows with a juice taken from the Buy-in, yeah read the fine print, it’s about three per cent, a registration fee over 10%, and then a dealer toke, the casino is bleeding the players dry. It’s lunacy.
Read on a forum where the structure last go around was defended by pointing to the people in the lines for the early tournaments. That defense ain’t going to last long. The mail ain’t getting to where it’s supposed to be delivered. Not only were players petitioning for chops, but individual players that actually wanted to play for first and refused the chops were villainized with no support from the tournament staff. None. The tournament staff created the structure which inspires chops and the allowed players that didn’t want to chop to get hotboxed… what to wrap things up? Something’s fishy.