I realize I kinda left you hangin’ a bit there, huh? Sorry I’m just getting back to you now. But I’m sure you know that if I had done anything spectacular in Day 2 of that tournament on Friday, you’d have heard from me long before this! So, yeah, no. My Day 2 experience was…

I knew it! I just knew it! I knew if I wrote (in the eloquent words of one of my favorite readers) a “pathetic and self-loathing” blog post, I would break the schneid. And it worked like a charm! The good news is I made it to day two of “The Year of the Dragon…

I’m in a slump. I guess it started in Vegas in December. It began innocently enough. Every good poker player loses. We lose a lot in fact. Way more than we win. Just as the best hitters in baseball only hit safely 30% of the time, top poker players, more often than not, are sent…

Remember at the end of my last blog when I said something along the lines of “tomorrow’s another day” or some such nonsense, implying the possibility of good fortune on the horizon. Well, sometimes tomorrow is not really so much another day. Sometimes the next day is the same as the day before… but worse!…

There was the Irish lesbian to the right of me and the weird lesbian with the hat two to my left. The lesbian with the hat may have ended my poker career. *** So, after two days of getting bludgeoned with bad beats and indubitable misfortune, I was back at the Venetian for another shot…

I suppose other than LOSING MONEY, I’m having a really good time. I’m in Las Vegas for a few days. I don’t know if you know this about me, but I hate the cold. I hate the cold like a runway model hates slippery catwalks. So, I decided to reinvest my winnings from my last…

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…

Well, that was an auspicious start to my poker weekend. But I’ll get to that in a minute… The Hard Rock is about a 25-minute drive from where I’m staying in Hallandale, so this was really the first time since I arrived Thursday morning that my Silver Mercedes SLK two-seater convertible and I have gotten…

Whenever I drive to a poker tournament, I sing REEEALLY LOUD in the car. It’s a ritual. It neither brings me luck nor does it cause the opposite. I just do. Which reminds me… When I was 8 years old, I finally made my stage debut. Camp Wahanowin 1967, it was already my third year…

So, I’m writing this on the plane on Monday afternoon, even though I’m supposed to be at my desk at my office right now. Air Canada cancelled my red-eye last night so I spent an extra night in Vegas, got up early this morning at the crack of ass to get to the airport for…