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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New day, same agony

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

I still can’t think of one time during the last Grand Prix at the Golden Nugget in 1987 that felt good, upbeat, happy, warm, or comfortable in the three weeks I dealt through it.  I know a big part of the problem was me.  If I had been comfortable dealing those games it would have been much easier, as it was, I hacked myself to pieces in rewind every chance I got because I felt horribly inadequate for the job. Continue reading →

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The rake, the drop, the drag…

Posted on January 10, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

the time pot.  Dealers changed every 20 minutes at the Grand Prix at the Golden Nugget. Every time we slid into a new table full of bright, smiling ‘I’m gonna die if I don’t win the next hand’ faces, we collected time. Continue reading →

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Dealing, Dealing, Dealing, Keep Those Dealers Dealing…

Posted on January 7, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

Of course the majority of the three weeks of the Grand Prix Tournament blended into one shift nightmare after another – probably best described as one long, square needle to the frontal lobe. We had a short meet before each shift to get our line-up set and if anything new was in the works we were informed about it then.  I don’t remember crap about anything new coming up.  Some dealers quit, new ones came in, and on it went.

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Dealing the last Grand Prix at the Golden Nugget

Posted on January 3, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

My life was on a roller coaster ride straight into hell and the fiery inferno picked up a wicked smile each time the car I was in hit an all time low.  My relationship with Rod was as sick as it could get, and for some reason, I tightened up the seat belt and hung around for the ride. In retrospect, I could never be where I am today if I had cut the seat belt loose and dove through the window to the light. Continue reading →

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Two days into the New Year

Posted on January 2, 2012 by Linda R. Geenen

I admit to not liking all the recaps that are going on about the year 2011. Droll.  Boring. We’ve read it and lived it already, let it disappear into the past.  Continue reading →

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All New Year’s Eve!

Posted on December 31, 2011 by Linda R. Geenen

So…I’m hanging out at home on the edge of dark and cold, really happy to be here instead of being in the middle of light and noise.  I’ve been thinking back to more than one New Year’s Eve spent in the dealer’s box.  Continue reading →

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Strategy articles on PokerWorks

Posted on December 29, 2011 by Linda R. Geenen

My relationship with PokerWorks has gone through a lot of different stages over the years – including different programmers, servers, CMS, and a lot of other things that keep me hopping to always play catch up. Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas!

Posted on December 25, 2011 by Linda R. Geenen

MERRY CHRISTMAS! It’s a desert kind of day, sunshine all around, chilly but OK, the only snow is up in the mountains.  Feast and feeding going on next door at my sis’s in mid afternoon; along with the wish that everyone has a very Merry Christmas!

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Sorry, I have Tourettes

Posted on December 22, 2011 by Linda R. Geenen

It isn’t funny but it is.  Riot never seems to slow down as he spins like a whirlwind on his way through the argumentative narrative that follows every command he doesn’t want to hear, and dances to his latest favorite song “I’m sexy and I know it” while he’s emitting an air of “I don’t give a damn what is going on over there, I’m over here.” Continue reading →

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