Didn’t sleep well, even with sleeping pills. I never sleep well in Vegas. Some say it’s the rarefied air, the pure oxygen they pump into the casinos to keep people at the tables. I think the pillows are too thick. I have to start to be the kind of guy who calls down to housekeeping…

Well, let’s call it a questionable milestone. I’ve made it to the second day, although I practically had to back my way in. I’ve got 22,000 chips going into day two. Sound impressive? Not really, given that we started with 30,000 and the average chipstack as we speak is about 55,000. 872 people started the…

Well we’re into it now. Second break and I guess I’m holding my own with slightly over the average. I got a little lucky once and a little unlucky once but they seem to have offset each other. Nothing else notable has happened other than I saw a guy with no nose, just a 2″…

Life (like poker), when it comes right down to it, is really just a series of bad decisions, isn’t it? The ones you make, and more importantly the ones you don’t make, inform the quality of your life. And we all make bad decisions from time to time. Remember that cute drunk girl at your…

OK, so it’s been about a year since my last blog. So what!? Sometimes the days just slip away from you. Who among us hasn’t been guilty of that from time to time? Fess up. Who doesn’t have a best-friend-from-high school, ex-spouse, blind uncle, or Guatemalan Foster Child that you just keep meaning to drop…

Ruth said it just didn’t seem the same flying into Vegas in daylight. She missed the shot of adrenaline you feel when you first spot those dazzling lights emerge from beyond the scope of the plane’s wing. Personally, I could give a shit. Vegas is Vegas. And besides, in retrospect I guess I was already…

Stupid Blog! It’s been over six months since I wrote in this stupid blog. In the days after Monte Carlo I couldn’t help but think about – and ultimately blame – my blogging and how it affected my results. Forget about the fact that I generally played tentatively, tight and passive in complete contrast to…

My Bar Mitzvah party was held in the basement of the old “Monte Carlo” Restaurant on Eglinton Avenue. I remember, the boys stood on one side of the room talking about sports and the girls… ? Actually, to this day I have no freakin’ idea what girls talk about. Anyway, THIS Monte Carlo was not…

Well as they say in the barber shop… “NEXT!” The 500 is done for me but I lost “good” in a blaze of glory, making the RIGHT move and getting the WRONG result – which is not as good as making the RIGHT move and getting the RIGHT result but it’s twice as good as…