Yesterday, David "Devilfish" Ulliott passed away at the age of 61 after a short battle with cancer. Many in the poker world know that the Devilfish was my favorite player, and one largely responsible for attracting me to the game back in the boom years. It seems many are sharing their favorite memories of the Devilfish, so I thought I'd add a few of mine to the mix.
My first experience with the Devilfish happened at the 2010 World Series of Poker. He was going deep in the $5,000 Pot-Limit Omaha Hi/Lo tournament (he eventually finished third for $150,925), and the time came for the players to full out their bio forms. There was a spot that read "Twitter:_________" and the Devilfish wrote "The are between a girls arse and p**
." He proudly took it around to the floors, all of who got a good chuckle. Vulgar for sure, but that was just the Devilfish.
Another of my favorite memories is when I got Sarah Herring to do a video interview w/ Devilfish at the 2011 WSOP. It's one where he grabbed his guitar and entertained (http://www.pokernews.com/video/wsop-2011-pn-behind-the-felt-5751.htm
). Be it the guitar, piano, or harmonica, the Devilfish was a talented entertainer. He constantly surprised me.
In recent years I had the chance to get to know the Devilfish. He knew I was a big fan, and I think he appreciated that. A couple year ago I did a piece on poker couples and what they were doing on Valentine's Day. Devilfish had recently gotten married and added a new member to his family, Lucy K.
"If you throw the 'K' in with Lucy, you've got Lucky. I thought of it myself," Devilfish explained.
Ulliott also told me his unique plans for Valentine's Day: “Probably get the Mrs. to cook me some fillet steak, give me a nice massage and hot bath, and when she’s done this and got baby to sleep, I might let her hold the TV remote for five minutes. If she's really good i might let her pick a movie out. Then ill take her to bed and she'll hold on to my arse like a tree in a hurricane whilst i give her amazing sex—it’s my duty to please that booty—and she'll scream like a cat caught in a fan belt!"
The last time I chatted with the Devilfish, he was hopeful about getting into the Poker Hall of Fame, something I'd pushed for in the past.
"I'm the only one who's done good in tourneys and more important the biggest cash games for years," Devilfish rightfully pointed out. "Did that sound bitchy?"
When he wasn't nominated for the Poker Hall of Fame this past year, I received my final communiqué for Devilfish: "I don't kiss ass, that's the problem Chad."
Devilfish was many things – a character, accomplished poker player, entertainer, friend, family man – but he most certainly wasn't an ass kisser. The thought of a poker world without the Devilfish makes me sad, but the mark he's left on the game is tremendous. I, like many others, hope they are recognized by induction in the Poker Hall of Fame.
Finally, here's a photo of the first time I met the Devilfish. It happened at the 2009 WSOP, and at the time I was nothing but a fanboy. RIP Devilfish.