There’ll be no poker on the menu today, I’m afraid. I’m pokered out and too exhausted.

OK, fine, I’ll talk. But, as the tailor said to the dwarf “Don’t worry, I’ll make this short”.

Yesterday I played in a $300 tourney that started at 4:00 PM and was out by 8:30 PM.

So, I registered for a $600 turbo tourney that started at 9:00 PM. It’s the midnight Madness version of a poker tournament. There were 50 entrants. I’ll spare you the details…

I FINISHED SECOND AND CASHED FOR $5830.00!

The tournament ended at 2:30 AM and by the time they did all the relentless paperwork to cash me out, and the valet brought me my silver Mercedes SLK two-seater convertible, it was 3:30. I got home at 4:00 AM and here I am at 7:45 writing this blog.

So, no poker today.

I’ll leave you with this, though. I went for brunch with my brother yesterday at my new favorite restaurant on the planet. It’s called THE ICEBOX CAFÉ in Hollywood, and it has the coolest vibe and the best food and stellar service and if you’re ever in the area, you should go there.

I’m ready to go home. I miss my dog.

Or at least I did until I learned this yesterday about wolves.

When the mother wolf has babies and the father goes errant, which apparently can happen, she now has to look after 8-10 wolf pups on her own. She becomes both the hunter and the gatherer. She goes out into the forest and finds food for the babies and since she can hold more food in her belly than in her cheeks, she eats it. This is the most economical way to transport the food. And when she gets home, the puppies lick her face to induce regurgitation so that they can lap up the spoils.

You heard me.

And that’s why your dog licks your face. Not because she loves you. She’s trying to get you to puke up the scraps that you refused to give her at the dinner table.

I’m really, really tired.