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…

I’m not going to talk too much about poker because I hate poker and never want to talk about it or play the game again. It’s Saturday morning, I’ve been here for two days, played in four tournaments and I have not a cruller to show for it. So, let’s not talk about poker. Let’s…

Several, several years ago Ruth and I took the kids to Arizona for our Christmas vacation. I took everyone to a Phoenix Suns basketball game. I think it was 2012. The Suns were brutal that year. I bought tickets from a scalper for like, I dunno, whatever change I had in my pocket and a…

  Calgary and The Deerfoot Inn and Casino. Friendly place. Before we get to poker, let’s talk about a certain woman at a poker table. Now you know I’m a feminist through and through, right? And you also know I am married to the most beautiful woman in the world, yes? So, you know that…

  I’m off to Calgary, a shit-kicking town if there ever was one.  Of course, I’m no shit-kicker. I’ve nary kicked shit in my life. So, you can imagine that the only reasons I would ever have to go to Calgary would be: 1.      A long-lost sibling of mine has emerged, and needs…