First, let me welcome a new blogger to PokerWorks, Tony G. has joined the fold and will only add to the other great blogging tales that are going on here. The bloggers at PokerWorks are a diverse crew and will fill the table with everything from appetizers to the main course to desert, make sure you stay tuned.Â

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I made it. A full eight hour shift. Except for the last half hour, I was pushing Ilia and he would have the bust-out. What’s a bust-out? The final half hour of a shift is a break. He was going on 32B and when Mary pushed me out of 31, he asked her if she wanted the bust-out (he would trade tables with her). She didn’t accept, I said I would, if he would (deal the same game for the last half hour of the down), he said he would, I left. Yippee!! Continue reading Wire to wire →

HELL NO! But that’s where I’ll be one week from today, climbing back into the world after having been peacefully sleeping through an Upper GI. I hate being put under…but then who doesn’t? I’m actually hoping they find something…like the hiatal hernia is HUGE…or something that can be remedied because I’ve had one helluva run with digestive tract problems for a long time. Yes…all kinds of tests, my main menu is nexium, and a few other things going on, but please find a solution to the problem/pain. I want to be well. Continue reading Do You Wanna Get Scoped? →

While most of the talk around poker rooms and online poker sites and poker blogs is about the game of poker, there are so many other games being played – all the time – that it’s sometimes difficult to catch a reality thread out of the whole picture. Hey…I’m not even drinking. But watching the action/interaction that’s going on, and the faces of players at my table and other tables in the room, one finds a new meaning to the word ‘game’. Continue reading The Game! →

It’s just around the corner, hanging over my head, ready to rip freedom from my grasp one more time. Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be spinning out the tickets, sliding chips across the green felt, and convincing myself that I can do this for awhile longer. Forget the wine…give me whiskey! Gallons of it! OK…OK! I’m just kidding. Of course I can deal – and like it. Of all of the jobs I’ve ever held, it’s the one I like the best…and the only one I can envision myself doing on a daily basis. But damn it! It’s tough to think about going back to having to be somewhere – at a certain time – for a specified amount of time – five days a week.

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I have never had to struggle to figure out the merit and value of one that I would class as a friend. I know who they are. I’ve never had to state, “He/she’s my best friend!” I don’t have BEST friends. I have friends that mean a lot to me, and each is special in their own way. And in the long run of it, what does ‘best’ mean? The best man at a wedding…what is he best at? If he’s the best, why is your wife marrying you? Ok…let’s don’t go there. Continue reading When a friend knocks… →

I suppose this shouldn’t be funny, but in a sick, perverted way, it really is funny. I recently filed a claim with Cingular because a phone I carried insurance on bit the bottom of the lake. While chatting with Ken P. yesterday, I reported to him that I had a ‘destroyed phone’ to turn in to the insurance company. He replied that it must be the next post. Nope, nothing unusual to relate. But today, that all changed. Continue reading Get a BIGGER Hammer! →

IMHO, the only way to play poker is when one is drinking. Of course I’m not a pro, Dimwitz. If I was, you’d be reading me while I bragged about my great plays and great lay downs. I can’t remember too many of either right at this moment. I do know that whiling away the hours playing on PartyPoker and PokerStars, is much easier to fade while I’m sucking down a few delightful glasses of Chillable Red…my fave. And if I was a pro, I wouldn’t get J-J beat by 9-10 when a 10 hit the flop and a 10 hit the River, even after I punished him with all my chips for his draw…and a few other digusting bullshit things that always happen when I’m in a tournament. That damn Card Fairy!

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How I got to Sandpoint is a completely different story. And that is something that always brings a query to my thoughts when I see someone someplace that I can’t quite figure them in. What brought them there? On how I got to Sandpoint, that’s a story for another day. On the bar stories at the Edgewater: Continue reading The Edgewater, Sandpoint Idaho →