Big tourney today. Well, not big at all, but it’s a tourney and we’ll treat it like any other. It’s a $200 re-buy tournament here at The Wynn. The re-buy aspect means that for the first three hours you can re-buy (for $200) and get a fresh stack of chips. So the whole ordeal could…

I’m on a plane. To Las Vegas. Jackie Mason is on the plane and the Rapper “50 Cent”. They’re sitting together and playing some weird game that involves playing cards and thumb-wrestling. I can’t stop watching them, trying to figure out what the rules are to this game. I get up to go to the…

I’m writing this from home. That’s not good. Well, it’s good… it’s a nice enough house I guess… mind you, the bathrooms upstairs could use a little updating… but you know what I mean. All things considered I’d rather be in Verona. But it was not meant to be. Again. I hung in for awhile,…

Ok, almost ready to go play. I’ve got five minutes to write this blog. So talking in point form. Giving the impression of being in big hurry. No time to proofread even. Had breakfast with Michael this morning after a short run in the exercise room. Feel good. Michael and I decided that this has…

OK how’s this for a bold statement? I’m not in last place! So I’ve made it to day two. Big whoop. (My God, I haven’t said “Big Whoop” since I was a camper in Cabin 27 at Camp Wahanowin, playing tetherball with Ira Berg). The original field of 441 has basically been cut in half.…

Sometimes I get a convenience-store banana. I’m at my office and I get a sudden hankering for a banana. I know intrinsically that the bananas up at The Loblaws at Yonge and St. Clair are superior. If not actually tastier, the supermarket banana will certainly be more aesthetically appealing (excuse the pun, get it? a…

So I’d had enough of Uncasville for one year. I high-tailed it out of the land of beer-bellied Alpha males and shapeless women faster than a jack-rabbit in Dick Cheney’s backyard. Starting early this morning I drove to a beautiful Outlet Mall (oxymoron much?) in a place called Wrentham, Mass. Got the requisite Red Sox…

What do they say? Close only counts in horseshoes and grenades? 56 out of 387 get paid. I came about 78th. Let me choose my words carefully here. In fact let me attempt to sum up my feelings with only two words, that’ll be an interesting challenge, huh? OK lemme give it a try. I’ll…

OK, I don’t have a lot of time to write this because day 2 starts in ten minutes, but I just have to say that whatever happens today – WHATEVER HAPPENS – it doesn’t really matter because I just got the best shave of my life. Went to the spa and the guy who takes…

I hate Kings. Have I mentioned that before? Not just in poker. All of ’em. King Hussein, The Sacramento Kings, Billie Jean King, Elvis, Burger King, Evelyn “Champagne” king (Come on, you don’t remeber that classic song “Shame”). I hate King street. I hate Prince William, and he’s not even king yet. I hate Martin…