ITT: respect for a fucking legend.
poast your sam grizzle stories GO
ITT: respect for a fucking legend.
poast your sam grizzle stories GO
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness." - Alejandro Jodorowsky
"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers." -- William S. Burroughs
some gems from a defunct boris thread:
one afternoon, sam grizzle rolls into the bellagio and spies a 100/200 lhe game. some regs, but some bigger names as well, i think mike matusow was one of them, so it was a pretty live game.
anyway sam is completely broke but wants in, so he harangues some guy he barely knows into staking him 5k. sam sits down and within a few hands, hes already half drunk and informing the rest of the table that they are fish etc etc and nothing can save them from the sam grizzle experience basically.
problem is, out of nowhere, his backer is trying to get his attention. sam is basically yelling at the guy to fuck off because he has the entire table on absolute merciless lockdown and hes fucking up his concentration.
the backer, at this point, demands his stake back. maybe its the alcohol breakfast, maybe its sam telling him to fuck off into the sunset, but hes had enough and he wants his racks back. sam hands over the racks, but keeps the $500 he had made so far.
sam screams that $500 is all hes gonna need to bankrupt everyone at the table.
about 7 hours later, sam has $10k in chips in front of him. he gets up, having eaten little and drunk lots, and staggers to the cage to cash out. en route, he sees that a $10k NLHE event is starting up.
well, sam being sam, 5 minutes later hes getting dealt into the NLHE event.
and around 8 and a half hours later, hes walking to the cage again, this time with about $162k in chips under his arm, having eaten little and drunk lots etc etc.
and this time he almost makes it to the cage, until he sees a 1k/2k razz game going.
as youve already guessed, sam didnt make it to the cage that time either, and by noon the next day he was every bit as flat broke as he was at noon the day before.
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness." - Alejandro Jodorowsky
"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers." -- William S. Burroughs
from todd brunson c/o indianajames
One of these tears started six or seven years ago by my own hand. A $400-$800 mixed game started up with a guy who had just taken his company public for a nine-figure payday. He was celebrating in Bellagio's top section (pre-Bobby's Room). The game quickly filled up and I found myself 20th on the list. Many players couldn't afford to be playing that level and were just "taking shots" in the game. Two seats quickly opened up, but this did me little good as I was so far down the list.
"Sam Grizzle. Seat open!" squawked Carmen Bates, the top-section supervisor.
Sam comes strolling over with his cordial face on and says hi to me. I know immediately where this is going, because it lacks the usual insult that accompanies all of Sam's greetings.
"No, Sam, I don't want to put you in," I said, quickly cutting him off.
"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" protests a seemingly wounded Grizzle.
"OK, what were you gonna say?" I for some reason ask, knowing full well the answer.
"I was just gonna ask how you been doing."
"Fine, Sam."
"That's good. Now, how'd you like to put me in that game?"
I've never been one to stake players, but looking at that lineup, I figured Sam was a big favorite, and this was probably my only shot to get a piece of this game before it broke up.
"OK, Sam, you got it. But you owe half of what you lose; this isn't a makeup deal!"
"Lose? Hell, I'll buy you a Cadillac if I can't beat this game!" he exclaims as he runs to lock up his seat.
The game went well into the night and I finally went home. After receiving mixed reports on the outcome the next day, I called Sam to get the final answer.
"I won $50,000," Sam informed me, and then he went on to say how unlucky he had been not to win $5 million.
We tried to hold the bankroll together as a partnership, with Sam playing and me managing, but we both grew tired of this. Sam thinks he can beat every game, and it grew old for both of us - me trying to explain to him to be patient and wait for a good spot, and him chomping at the bit.
We split up the bankroll and Sam went out on his own. The next several months, Sam went on a tear, winning well over a million, possibly two, before his inevitable meltdown. Sam's meltdowns are worse than Loud Mouth's [Mike Matusow] blowups; they both are their own worst enemies. Sam went from playing in the biggest game in the world to hustling to get into satellites. This might be enough to kill many players, but not Sam. In fact, for him, that's nothing
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness." - Alejandro Jodorowsky
"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers." -- William S. Burroughs
My Sam Grizzle story sucks, but him berating me in the Rio hallway was one of my favorite memories that year.
Absolute fucking legend.
I played with him a cpl times, got along great. We were gonna swap 1% if either of us won some donk Venetian tourney
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
fuck me...he was such a huge donator in the 1/2 to 5/10 PLO8 games on WSOP.com...
he loved to grim me for some reason...ill never forget all the spew i caught from him during the online WSOP this year...RIP...
Ugh Sam. Fuck. I'm praying for you.
PFA POY once
The real ? is if Eskimo Joe is still alive?
I def would of bet sam to out live Joe
ESPN tried to make both of them famous
And all we have is this
I’ve seen you guys rag on Druff’s K-mart sport shirts for years.
I’m just now reminded of Jerry Seinfeld’s joke that all men dress as they did the last good year of their life.
Only have 2 stories, both I personally witnessed.
One was in the 2000s on UB, he was playing 150/300 limit holdem and losing. He started chat tilting, and telling everyone that this money is nothing for him. Told them that he has a $200 delivery from Piero's (a kinda high end Italian restaurant in Vegas) coming, and that he does that every day. Told people to call Piero's and verify. He mocked the chat room for everyone else being too poor to order $200 meals from Piero's every day.
Second was in the early 2010s at Bellagio. 100-200 limit holdem. There was some obnoxious and somewhat drunk chick at the table who looked around 60. She was somewhat known, but I had no idea who she was (and I still don't). She was in robe and nothing else -- like the type you wear when you get out of the shower. It wasn't a Bellagio robe, but probably one she owned. I think she was probably staying at Bellagio, though, and looked like she had just showered. She had no bra on, and her big saggy tits were hanging out almost to the point where it would be considered indecent exposure. She was very brash and constantly making overt sexual comments to all the dudes at the table, including ones like 35 years younger than her.
Anyway, after she had been there about 30 minutes, Sam showed up and sat down. He knew her, and they said hi to one another. She continued with her brash sexual remarks, and Sam then joined in, and here we were with two older people -- one in a robe with her huge tits hanging out -- making really graphic and gross sexual banter with one another. Everyone kinda sat there thinking "WTF?", but nobody said anything about how weird or inappropriate all this was. The game continued on as normal for about another hour, at which point the woman got up and left the game, at which point Sam went rather quiet for the remainder of the time he was there.
I've tried to figure out what I was gesturing at/for when that pic was taken.
If I had to guess, it probably was a type of situation where I was open raising with some kind of marginal hand pre, then got 3-bet, 4-bet, and cold-call-4bet, and then it came back to me.
Sometimes when that happens, I will feign shock in the "WTF is going on here?" manner, then pretend to think, then toss the hand away (which in reality I knew I was doing as soon as I got 3-bet). This is mainly to prevent giving away that I was raising with something marginal in the first place, as I prefer to be seen as the tight middle-aged white guy who never bets or raises unless he has it. I especially try to cultivate this image if it appears that few people there know me.
Anyway... back to Sam.
It was never made clear if this 8-year-dormant Twitter account was actually him, or if it was some kind of parody: https://twitter.com/SamGrizzzle
I remember Grizzle at the Horseshoe bailing out Benny Binion's grandson, Benny Behnen. It was when Becky took over the Horseshoe and made the kid the casino manager. The kid was playing heads up 300-600 7 Stud 100K freezeouts with some dude. When the kid got behind he put Grizzle in to get the money back. Grizzle would get the money back then the kid took over again....and get behind again. Then Grizzle was back in. It went on for hours. I left so never seen the outcome.
I heard a story about a guy that was on break from a WSOP tournament at the Rio and was in the bathroom. He overheard Eskimo Clark and Sam Grizzle do a saver on the tournament. When Grizzle left the guy told Clark that Grizzle had busted out of the tournament a half hour before. Clark said that was okay because he never entered the tournament.
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