Katie Lindsay has a final interview article with Chip, talking about the difference in play and poker behavior, life behavior, between Phil Ivey and Stu Ungar. It’s a must read. For one thing, Chip pretty much states how I’ve always felt about Stu Ungar’s poker play…and really, I get tired of hearing how Stu was such a great player when I had him throw cards in my chest after he took a beat and then ran out of the room. Phil Ivey never behaves that way, but then neither did Chip. Greatness is only a state of mind, usually by those that think they are.

Today was farewell to Chip Reese. His memorial services were held at 2 p.m. Friday, the 7th. I debated going; since funerals are a strange subject for me to even begin to tackle, I won’t. I was given the information of the time and place and told that it was for my information only, no one else’s. The next thing I knew, I received an email from someone that must have wanted the world to know as it wasn’t a private email, it was a submission email. That email truly cemented my decision to NOT go. I felt it would be a total zoo and too many people would be there for it to even be close to sharing a farewell moment with others. Continue reading Farewell and Hello →

JUST KIDDING! It’s always about something. The Bloggers are coming to town!! There will be screaming and yelling and noisy drinking…a lot, throw in some poker and other crazy gambling bets, a bunch of fun, and the whole fling thing will be a complete success. I rarely keep up with the crowd, or have a desire to really, but I totally enjoy seeing them, playing poker with them, and having the opportunity to be part of the noise and fun. The tournament starts on Saturday – at the Venetian – some of the festivities start tonight. Continue reading not much about nothing →

The inevitable finish to our time on earth often leaves me with a feeling of peace and shock at the same time. There are no words to cover the whole of death, as it comes to each of us in its own way, sometimes with advance notices, sometimes like a thief under cover of dark, it takes our companions and friends, enemies and acquaintances, and loved ones, leaving a void that no one else can fill. I wonder at its simplicity, yet struggle with the complexity that is left behind. It’s part of the natural order of life. As I find myself in the middle of groping for the peace after the shock, I think the world has lost a great representative on the green felt and in life.