At the end of the day

Posted on May 24, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

I think about all the things I haven’t yet accomplished – and then I drink a gallon of wine and just forget about the whole damned thing. Not exactly. I’m not drinking the gallon of wine but some days it’s a glass or three. Continue reading →

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Andy Beal is in Russia – OMG!

Posted on May 7, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Tony G’s latest blog post tells of being in Minsk playing poker in incredible action games. Quoting The G:

“When I was in Minsk, I stayed at the Hotel Europa. And when I checked in, I saw Andy Beal’s Ferrari with Florida plates. It’s very nice to see Andy in Minsk nowadays.”

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Amarillo Slim – from my POV

Posted on May 2, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

I dealt Amarillo Slim’s Super Bowl of Poker in 1988 at Caesars in Lake Tahoe, and in 1989 at Caesars in Las Vegas.  I was a green horn hick from Montana when I dealt it in Lake Tahoe and can barely remember seeing Amarillo Slim.  It was like a ‘poker star’ sighting and I wasn’t sure I was supposed to be impressed but the other dealers appeared to be. Continue reading →

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Cujo strikes again! And Poker!

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Cujo – hidden inside the psyche of Scout – has struck again.  I am distressed!  I can’t help but feel it is my fault and I’ve been hashing and rehashing my part in it. This is Cujo Scout with Breck, my youngest grandson. Continue reading →

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Checking in – and PokerStars buys Full Tilt Poker!

Posted on April 24, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

I’m going to experiment with a new approach to blogging. Getting out a bottle of wine, toasting off a coupla glasses, and then stumbling to the computer and blindly searching out this page to start scribbling again – on a weekly basis. Like…maybe 2-3 times a week. Keep in mind that my best blogging (IMHO) is done when I’m pissed or have a point to make. Since I no longer deal to the butt-tards of high limit (thank you GOD!), the posts may be a confused jumble of WTF! But…I need to start somewhere and stay with it. If I don’t, I may as well seal the door on Table Tango. I opt to keep the door open for now. Continue reading →

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Easter Sunday and Gabbing

Posted on April 8, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Happy, happy everyone! Take the stress out of your life and eat a chocolate bunny today. Yeah…chocolate cures the ills of the world. I wish I had some right now. Instead I’m coming off one of the worst sessions of feel-bad that I can ever remember having.
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Loan me your life

Posted on March 20, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

That’s the title to a movie that’s running around in my head. Can you imagine signing up for ‘Loan me your life’ and escaping whatever it is that’s bugging/boring/depressing you – even if you borrow the life for a 24-hour stint?
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Sh-h-h-h-h-h…

Posted on March 8, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Don’t breathe…make sure you don’t exhale unless you slowly let the air escape across wet lips. OMG! And whatever you do, don’t inhale sharply! Really, the dust is so thick in here that any air movement will have us all choking to death.
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I should be here

Posted on February 5, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Right? Right! I just can’t seem to make it most days lately. And to top it off, I have no desire to pen right now. Desire is the biggest part of this for me, and it ain’t happening. Continue reading →

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The Pearson Boys have left the building

Posted on January 21, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

So far in my recollections of the last Grand Prix tournament held at the Golden Nugget, it’s one long, dark tunnel that appears to end somewhere, but where? It was the beginning of two years of intermittent tournament dealing.

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