So , the meetings in LA are finito! I had 7 meetings scheduled in one day. Done! Rat-a-tat-tat! Well I guess to be more precise, there were seven of them so technically it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. But then one of them cancelled. So in all honesty it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Whatever, I met a lot of rats…

The plane home seems like good time to reassess. This was such a good trip. So much so, that even when I did something stupid, it turned out good. After my debacle of a tournament on Saturday, the best wife ever suggested that I try again on Sunday in the Bellagio. I implore you to…

Done. I have to say that is categorically the least fun I’ve ever had at a poker tournament. It was over after the 2nd hand. Not literally, but you’ll have to be a poker player to know what I’m talking about here. 2nd hand I look down at KT off-suit in middle position. The goof…

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…