Author Archives: Linda R. Geenen

About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!

Kickin in the desert heat

The weather has been too strange, it’s about 70 out right now, nice light breeze, the windows are open and it feels great.  We had a ‘heat wave’ warning last week.  It was 112 or so for a few days, … Continue reading

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The government is giving me the blues

A few weeks ago I was at a stop sign, turning right into the dual lane Highway 160.  Turn signal on, complete stop, look both ways, a white car is coming towards me from the left in the outside lane … Continue reading

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The WSOP started without me

Car problems have kept me from romping the hallowed halls of the Rio in search of my media pass.  I believe I will make it on Friday if everything goes as I have planned – that may not coincide with … Continue reading

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Playing a little online poker in NV

I’ve played legal, real-money online poker in Nevada.  Crazy Daisy! Once the Verizon issue was worked out, it seemed a few more cell phone issues were resolved and I was able to log-in, deposit, and play — as noted in … Continue reading

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Online poker dealt in Nevada, I got dealt out – UPDATED

I live in Nevada, and I’m about 3 to 4 miles from the California state line, but still…I’m a Nevada resident in Nye County.  I tried to jump right in and play, or watch, the first hands of legal, real-money, … Continue reading

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You will be jumped on, there is no escape

First we had the horrible hateful winds and some rain, and it was cold, and more wind, but the wave of grasshoppers is the WORST type of weather one can imagine.  They are migrating right now, by the thousands upon … Continue reading

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Will he or won’t he?

I wanted to title this Will they or won’t they? because there are more than singles here, there are multiples.

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The pain – the Boston Marathon

Too hurtful to even think about. Is there a message hidden somewhere in killing or maiming people and destroying the lives of those left behind?  I can’t find one. My heart and thoughts feel a kinship with the effect of … Continue reading

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Crazy weather makes me crazy

We got hit with an incredible windstorm – I named them Diabolical Underhanded Bastards…DUB for short.  It began to wreak havoc with everything – even stuff that was nailed down – on Monday and then it rained too – off … Continue reading

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Where was I?

Oh…that’s right, I wasn’t!  It’s a long story and some of it I can’t tell as it would create issues for me and the little people in my life so I’ll hit the spots that can be told.

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