It definitely wasn’t like the old Pan Game Plays Vegas days when we visited the Tuscany, but it was a lot of fun – not profitable for any of us, but fun. Continue reading Playing at the Tuscany →

I’m finally hitting the real world of poker in Vegas, going to meet Wayne and Marie for a bit of chowing down and then poker – with real dealers – in a real poker room – hopefully with other real players besides the three of us. We are going to the Tuscany, 2 p.m., if anyone wants to meet us there – that will be Wednesday. We haven’t met at the tables for a helluva long time and just hanging out will be fun. Continue reading Tomorrow’s a live poker day →

Woo Hoo! Not too long ago that had real meaning in my life. Now it’s just another day of the week that I put on my list of great days because I’m not in punching the time clock at Bellagio. I’m busier than a cat covering scratch though so that part of it hasn’t slowed down. Continue reading It’s Friday →

It’s just one long game, with a bunch of other games thrown in the mix, right? Games intertwined into other games, in a myriad of complexity that form our lives – or we allow to form our lives. We do have control, right? We aren’t mindless beings, incapable of making decisions without choice – are we? Continue reading Another year, another chance to beat the game →

and Vegas is locking down for tomorrow night’s celebration. I started this post from across town – on the iPhone – as I was hanging out in the smoke filled sleeze hall known as the Wild, Wild West, mega long haul truckers stopover. The cigarette smoke almost knocks your nose off your face as you enter, leaving is a wonderful gift to one’s sinuses and overall hair/clothing odor, but it’s where sis and beau stop when coming through town for a few hours break or for a night’s stopover; easy on freeway, easy off freeway, and lots of room for big frigging trucks. Continue reading sis is in town →

and I want my front tooth. One of the crowns, in my upper front teeth, conveniently just slid off as I was having coffee on Saturday, the 21st. Yippee! My dentist is long gone – until after the new year. Kee-rist! What a smile! I looked like one of the pirates on the Pirates of the Caribbean until I pulled out the handy dandy tube of Super Glue. I’ve mentioned that to a few people – the super glue thing – and they kind of curl up and look disgusted, like something weird’s going on with the combination of super glue and body. Absolutely not. It’s an amazing little bit of goop. Continue reading A few days after Christmas →

I receive notice of new comments on some of the blogs here on PokerWorks, Tony G. is one of them. The very last comment on this post speaks of some wrong doing that Tony did to Ralph Perry. What did he do? Beat him in the Moscow Millions tournament? Now if the comment was supposed to go on this first YouTube video on Intercontinental Poker, then the commenter may have some grounds for his stupid comment. But having dealt to Ralph Perry since he was a $20-40 H player, shooting glare daggers and throwing cards at my fingers when he missed a hand, I think Tony says what I would like to have said to Ralph a lot of times over the years. Continue reading ROFL →

Christmas and poker have a lot in common. They’ve both gone through a lot of changes. Poker’s progression has been for the better. Christmas? It’s become a night mare IMHO. The turkey feathers have barely cleared the air when Christmas marketing comes out in full force. Poker is one of the hottest marketing venues out there. Continue reading Christmas and Poker →

The good life. My little home on wheels, just kickin’ back, playing a little poker on the internet, working on the website, looking out my side window on a fairly calm, sunny afternoon. The blight appears. Perhaps if he were fully clothed, he wouldn’t appear as a blight, but he’s coming from the wash house, wearing a towel over his arm and a pair of gym shorts, and his bulging stomach precedes his step by two feet. Just as he reaches his little section of tarmac, right outside his little home on wheels, he puts one finger to the side of his nose and shoots snot out to the side. Guess he didn’t want to step in his own snot. Continue reading In a trailer down by the river →

As I sorted through a variety of pills in the small case I carry, I watched him watch me. His eyes never met my eyes as he watched me find one and pop it into my mouth, chasing it down with a bottle of water. A few minutes later he fidgeted for a cigarette as he waited for the break to arrive in the tournament. I said, “Give give them up.” I knew he had tried to quit before. Continue reading pill biter →