Monthly Archives: January 2012

The Pearson Boys have left the building

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

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 … Continue reading

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The rake, the drop, the drag…

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 … Continue reading

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Dealing, Dealing, Dealing, Keep Those Dealers Dealing…

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 … Continue reading

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Dealing the last Grand Prix at the Golden Nugget

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 … Continue reading

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Two days into the New Year

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. 

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