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Origins of the MPT [Mattress Poker Tour]

0 commentsPublished Saturday, October 27, 2007 by baccarat_guy.

After posting about the most recent MPT [Mattress Poker Tour] that took place on October 20th; Harvey reminded me the story of the humble beginnings of the MPT.

Harv has been the driving force (along with a few other ECLVA'ers) of the event; and can be seen here preparing for the July 2007 event in the House of Blues Suite at Showboat, Atlantic City.

The origins of the MPT, as told by Harv :

It was created on my wedding night! After Cath, one of her bridesmaids Katie, her friend (who also walked her down the aisle Jon and I cleaned up the reception hall (since we didn't think that far in advance of who was doing that) we headed back to the hotel. I told Catherine and the other people that we were going to have a poker game afterwards.

We get back to the hotel around midnight and the hotel bar had just closed. Catherine calls us up (we had just gotten changed) and I hear her voice off of the phone, she was just two rooms down from us! Jon and Katie are still arranging things and Jon has a set of chips in his truck. So he brings them up and we set up in Catherine's room. There isn't a table large enough for everyone, so we play on the mattress (unfortunately she had two beds. Cath was so tired, she didn't play, but was laying across the top of the bed. Catherine and Katie sat on the other side of the bed, I sat on the footstool part of the chair that was there and Jon sat on the desk chair. We couldn't decide whether to play for money or not and since everyone didn't have cash, we played for fun. Cathy ended up falling asleep so much she went back to our room.

I think Catherine went out first and then I did (the two "most" experienced players went out first and second). Katie eventually lost to Jon, who won the first MPT but no money or trophy. Jon and Katie went to their rooms and I was chatting with Catherine (as I often do) and lost track of time. It was around 4 am when I was heading back to my room but my key didn't work. In fact none of the keys I had worked. I knocked on the door but Cathy was dead to the world. I went back to Catherine's room and tried to call her, she didn't answer. Catherine suggested I go to the front desk and get another room key. I said I didn't have any ID on me but she suggested I try.

So I shlep down to the front desk, athletic shorts, t-shirt, no shoes. . .

Me: I got locked out of my room, can I get another key?
Clerk: Do you have any ID?
Me; Uh, no, it's locked in the room.

At that time, the phone rings.

Clerk: Are you Harvey?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: Cathy's awake.

And I do the walk of shame back to the room. . .

And now you know the background story of the MPT!

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