Great news! My boy Josh and his youngest daughter are in Vegas! My boy Darian will bring them out to me tomorrow, and once again I will have all of my boys together, Love it! Continue reading Let’s go Tripping
Almost forever ago while dealing a high limit game at Bellagio at a table with no automatic shuffler, as I shuffled the deck, Jack Graflund was in a player’s seat and made the comment that when Linda dealt, her shuffle was like soft rain. Continue reading Soft Rain
The world keeps spinning, life keeps moving forward, and if we could time travel, we might find the future is a repeat of the past. Who knows where our path takes us — and why? Do we have choices or is the path laid from the time we are conceived? Continue reading Time does change everything
I dream more about poker now than I think about it. Stress dreams it seems, always manifesting in a poker room or situation where I’m late and need to be pushing the lineup or the cards are cut weird or stuck together, or the tables are 20 feet long or some such nonsense. Continue reading In the beginning – follow up
Of course I remember. I had Turkey Day running through my head with visions of all the reasons I need to quit kidding myself and just get ready to glut!
They’re the bomb aren’t they? I’m guessing everyone has them. I’m also guessing that everyone that has them doesn’t always end up twisted in some kind of poker dealing idiocy during the dream. I do.
Since I have missed so many opportunities to post on Tango (weeks at a time go by without my insanity gracing these pages) there are a few back issues that need mentioning. Continue reading The rewind
At one point I hosted my blog at Blogger.com and when PokerWorks was absorbed into the PokerNews family, the programmers wanted to run it in WordPress…so we did. The original blogging — when I was dumb as hell about setting up a website but did my own, I simply loaded each new post into one l-o-n-g page. I had the backup for that since it was all on my computer and then published to the web.
Does he really know karate or practice it? Who the hell knows? How did he end up with that name? Who the hell knows! I’ve been dealing to Don since somewhere in mid Mirage days. He’s got a reputation as a steamer and being a bit demented. His eyes even take on that strange look at times; you know the look, the one where you expect him to detonate the entireplanet just to get one person. And if he reads here, no problemo from my side. Continue reading Karate Don
The moon is out – it’s a beautiful 36 degrees tonight – just the kind of night that makes me really happy to have a place to hang out in, away from the freaking cold. No urges to race out into the night air and sprint to the top of a mountain…no sir-e-e-e. Get me hot blankets and lots of warm potent potables and I just might survive until the dawn hits. And what’s that old saying, “It’s always coldest just before dawn?” OK! Forget the dawn shit and just give me what I want. Continue reading Meeting Brandon Schaefer and others dear to my heart