Table Tango

*WARNING! NO POKER CONTENT*

Does the beginning come first - or the end? It’s a complexity that we bypass when we structure our lives around our existence in this short time span on Earth. Should we worry about how we end up or how we begin? After all, isn’t image the whole crux of everything we try to push? I suppose I should chalk this up to drinking…I am. Kee-rist! (more…)

I had an invite from Jeff for an evening of socializing, grazing, and poker…the 2nd annual World Poker Championship. The invite read something like, ‘bring a friend or three, let me know by Wednesday if you’re coming so I know how much food and drink to supply’, etc., etc., etc. HELL YES! I invited Wayne - he couldn’t make it because of work or some such silly nonsense (he attended last year’s event with me). Then I invited Suzanne and being the all around socializing, NLH poker playing gal that she is, she said yes. I invited Mark too but he went South or something. I went to the first annual World Poker Championship at Jeff’s house and there’s no way I would miss this one if I could walk and talk. (more…)

Holiday weekends bring in huge crowds, especially to the poker room and Friday was right up there with all the noise and confusion that goes along with the tidal wave of humanity flooding in to take a seat and get on a list. There was a game in Bobby’s Room, perhaps two, but I didn’t even look in that direction since I wasn’t going to be dealing in there. (more…)

I settled into the ‘dealer’s zone’ and waited for the line-up to come out…Table 22. Ugh! A dead spread. Sounds hideous doesn’t it…like you’re spreading dead on a piece of white, anemic bread, mixing it with other dead things like meat, stuffing it together into a sandwich…and you’re going to like it! What kind of bottle or packaging would it come in? Who would make it? Alright - my imagination is done running away with me and I’m back to reality. A dead spread is simply a table that has the lid off the box, no game, and a dealer sits there for a half hour before getting pushed to the next table. (more…)

The following is copied and pasted from an email I received from The Poker Player’s Alliance. Get ready kids, it’s going to get worse. Take action now - before it’s too late - in your state and the U.S. (more…)

I know I do my best random, disjointed, fragmented, nonsensical writing when I’m half tanked but I’m basically on the wagon. What’s one to do? Drink wine and love every second of it – eat – practice sloth – gain 900 pounds – write all that wonderful stuff that only matters to me - and then try to be svelte and graceful as I move through my daily life? Why can’t I be 35 for the rest of my life? No excess body fat, no wrinkles or cellulite, no sagging skin, and never believing I would age or have to face that fact that life really is painful. It is. (more…)