Picking the right blackjack table is an acquired art. Every black jack player knows what I’m talking about. Ya gotta pick your precise table to your own personal specifications, or the mo-jo’s off. Am I right? Here’s my personal criterion. First and foremost I need to play with happy people. No negative Karma. I like a…

I don’t know if it was lack of sleep or lack of cards or lack of skill, but the WSOP Seniors tournament didn’t go so well. I was cooking pretty early and creatively grinding out some pots despite no good cards and never hitting one flop, but then I lost some chips when my pocket…

Blog 63 – One Angry Man – Thursday June 17, 2016 -Las Vegas Mr. Caplan: Your honor, may I approach the bench? Judge: Certainly Mr. Caplan: Your honor, when two parties agree to share a hotel room, is it not incumbent on the party of the second part to inform the party of the first…

Mr. Caplan: Your honor, may I approach the bench? Judge: Certainly Mr. Caplan: Your honor, when two parties agree to share a hotel room, is it not incumbent on the party of the second part to inform the party of the first part that he snores like a runaway freight train? Judge: There’ll be no…

Ok this is a first. I’m writing this blog blotto. I can barely see the keys. Clearly Mr. Lebow is going to be a very bad influence on me. Drank a 20 oz. beer at the airport in Toronto waiting for the plane. Then took an Ativan to get me through the flight. Got  here…

I first met Randy Lebow when we were six years old at Camp Wahanowin. Well, we didn’t meet so much as I just knew about him and his notoriousness. He was that kid who was always running away from camp. Every camp has one of those. Although in his case I don’t think it was…

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Sunday Feb. 21 I’m up early so that Ben Bass and I can climb a mountain, a fantastic tradition that is now two years old and I hope lasts as long as the mountains themselves. He amps it up a bit this year and so I don’t get back to the casino until 2:00 PM.…

Saturday Feb. 20 Mornings don’t get better than this. Well, except for the very mediocre muffin I was forced to eat. I really need to start bringing my muffins with me on these trips. But other than that it’s a glorious morning. I work out, read my book by the pool, beautiful sunshine,  close a…

Friday Feb. 19 My last meeting of a very long day is with a guy named Jim Hess who is an LA manager that I’m hoping to work with not only because from all accounts he’s an excellent manager and a good egg, but also because I keep hearing he’s a poker guy. So much…