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…

OK, here’s something I don’t understand. Three times last week (two of those times during a meal!), relative strangers, in broad daylight, say to me “I have to watch everything I eat, I have such a slow metabolism”, or “Rich, you stay so thin, you must have a fast metabolism”, that sort of thing. I…

So I get to the Casino at about 8:00 PM. They just renovated the whole hotel and it looks pretty good. It’s not Vegas but it’s certainly Vegas-ish. The reason I’m here is The Los Angeles Poker Classic (LAPC), a series of tournaments, about fifty individual events ranging from inexpensive buy-ins right up to the…

OK this will be the Tarantino-esque version of my blog… in that this will not be the usual chronological retelling of one of my valiant, yet ultimately disheartening attempts at winning a poker tournament. Usually I write this blog diary-style, and the story unfolds in the blog pretty much as it happens in my life.…