The blackest day in poker has arrived...

Mark this day black on your calendars: Poker has been destroyed.

I thought things were bad when Robert Varkonyi won the Main Event. And that was definitely bad. I looked on in disgust, and was screaming at my TV when Danny Nguyen donked his way to a WPT Title.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would see what I saw today. The most undeserving, most despicable being in poker wins the World Championship. And not only wins it, but wins it almost uncontested due to the fact that only one player at the table saw him for the donkey he truly was, and couldn't do anything about it because he got cold-decked the entire Final Table.

Before this Final Table started, I predicted that Jamie Gold would finish no higher than 6th place. I watched in horror as 2nd place at the time took pocket jacks against him when he wakes up with pocket queens to finish in 6th.

He now had 60% of the chips, and there was no possibility that anyone could catch up. Everyone, save consummate pro Allen Cunningham, layed down to him.

Once Cunningham busted at a perfect 50-50 race situation with his pocket tens against Gold's King Jack suited (where Gold CLAIMED he was getting the right pot odds to call, or so he said, 2-1, when he was in truth, getting 1.3-1, making a bad call to spike his miracle card), I almost resigned to the fate. But I still held out a glimmer of hope that one of his remaining two opponents would stand up and fight. Neither one of them did.

Both of them layed down to him. They soft played him as if they were paid off to do so. Jamie Gold even made a major no-no, and major infraction about 20 times during play, which should've resulted in a penalty: He TOLD his opponents his hands! He even exposed his cards to his opponent once, which is an automatic 10 minute penalty! Did he get that penalty? No!

How Phil Gordon and Ali Nejad could say his play was extraordinary is beyond me. That just makes me sick. What little respect I had for Phil Gordon is now gone. And Ali Nejad...well, is there any way someone could drop into negative respect levels?

Now, of course, this was only the Pay-Per-View version ($26 and 15 hours I will never get back). When this airs on ESPN, he will be absolutely glorified as the ultimate human interest story. You'll hear all about how he was playing for his father at home dying with Lou Gherig's disease. You'll see his teary-eyed phone call home after the bracelet's put on his wrist (a sheer mockery to the sport of poker). You'll hear almost every pot he enters, how he played this hand brilliantly and that hand brilliantly. You'll hear how he was Johnny Chan's protege, and how he's being "groomed for poker greatness."

What you will NOT hear about is the angle he shot through the media by claiming he didn't want to win and that he was going to dump his chips, which, as we can see now, is utter garbage. What you will NOT hear about is how his mother, who accompanied him instead of staying with her dying husband, was an absolute witch who downed on the busted players. What you will NOT hear about is how when he busted David Einhorn (who donated all of his tournament winnings in the Main Event to charity), he went over to his mom, and they both mentioned how "all the charity money is gone" and then had a nice little chuckle about it. I seriously don't know whether to feel sorry for this guy, or feel sorry for this guy while I mail my feces to him.

This donkey is a disgrace to poker. A total disgrace. Granted, almost everybody at the final table, save Douglas Kim, Erik Friberg, and Allen Cunningham, was a donkey, but if we're guaranteed to be represented for a year by a donkey, I'd rather have one with a soul. This guy truly doesn't have one. Every time he was on camera, he was running another angle. This guy would not shut up at all. It got to the point where he would run his mouth enough that it became blatantly obvious what cards he held. Why? Because he flat out told us, without being penalized! And what's worse is that no one, save Allen Cunningham, believed him.

And I have to say that this guy represents me as the ambassador of poker until 2007? I refuse to accept that. I don't care whose protege he is. Chan, in spots Gold was in, would've played differently, and the only reasons I can produce as to why Johnny was ecstatic in Jamie Gold's donkey plays working is A) he was backing him, B) he was happy to see his student winning C) both A and B. So don't give me the fact that he's Chan's pupil. Chan would've been asked if he switched brains with a retard if he played like Jamie Gold did these two weeks.

I'm a poker player. I have been playing poker since I was 6 years old. I love this game. I know this game well, and I play well. And I respect the masters of the game, and I have respected the past two champions, Greg Raymer and Joseph Hachem, and great ambassadors of the game. They've proven that.

This guy will never prove that. I guarantee you that. And I will refuse to accept him as my ambassador this year. Give me Joe Bartholdi, Season 4 Champion of the World Poker Tour. Give me Jeff Madsen, youngest 2-time bracelet winner ever (younger than me). Give me Bill Chen, apparently a great mathemetician and logical poker player, and one of two double bracelet winners this year. Give me Chip Reese, the 50K HORSE winner. Give me Doyle Brunson, who at 73, still proves he can play his top game. For the love of God, give me Phil Hellmuth, who may be a prick at the table, but never surrendered this year, finally got his 10th braclet, and appears to have clinched the Player of the Year for this WSOP. Don't give me Jamie Gold. All TV viewing donkeys at home can have him. I'll take a real champion. This guy is a fluke, and a joke. He will always be a joke in the poker world.

Now, please excuse me. I'm going to go vomit, and pray that after I wake up from my sleep today, that this was all a bad nightmare, and Allen Cunningham really did win the Main Event.