Table Tango

What the hell kind of boots are those? I keep getting spammed about the best buy on UGG boots. I haven’t tried to find out if they are real - who the hell cares with a name like that and since they are coming in as spam, which I hate, it makes me more so not want to find out about them…even if they are the kewlest of kewl, and the hottest thing on the market. They are branded as far as I’m concerned with GTF outta here. (more…)

Kinda funny, ain’t it? I live in the land of live poker, and I title this the ‘trip report‘ like I ventured out to Mars or somewhere and it was a gigantic undertaking. While it simply entails firing up the Silver Steed and driving across town, it seems much more complex and mind boggling than that anymore - simply because the desire is not there. (more…)

Today I’m heading out for the original poker treat, the feel of the green felt, the sound of chips being shuffled, watching the dealer’s personality as I watch the players go through their routine, and staring at the same tickets that I’ve stared at a million times over the years. The Palms poker room will be poker stop after I meet Marie, Gordon, and Carole for lunch at Macaroni Grill. (more…)

I’m not. I’m cruising PokerStars right now, grabbing a seat in the Chasing Chris Ferguson project. I wish I had this gigantic urge to race across town and fade everything so I could take a seat in a game. I don’t. Perhaps I will soon. I hope so, not for any other reason than what I do and have done forever…is poker. It would be nice if I still wanted to play live. (more…)

turn on the tape recorder, and step into my dreams nightmares. I can’t help but wonder if the last post brought this one about. (more…)