Or you’re out in the 'hood, scoring some weed and—never mind, I’ve said too much.
The Madcity No-Limit Poker Invitational is taking place again this
coming Saturday. If you played at the last one, call me on my cell to
reserve a spot.
I’m not some unschooled savage, so I don’t really have a choice in the
matter. I take a breath, try to become one with the universe, and…go
Yeah, I know this bad boy is a little over two weeks late, but I was in Las Vegas, taking care of my poker business
the week after the game, and I’m typing this while I’m sitting in Blenz
, a Vancouver, B.C. coffee shop, coming down from a day that
started in a scary-ass SeaTac motel, went through Seattle [props to the
Emerald City, currently my third-favorite city in the world], and ended
up with my walking for what felt like at least fifteen miles, but which
I was informed was probably closer to five. Whatever; it felt
It was probably one of my worst performances ever at a poker table. In
fact, Bert, inventor of the Bert Death Spiral and the meatball sub, and
Jesse commented that I wasn’t playing like myself. Great, you know
you're really sucking when your competitors are worried about you.
Updated 10 July 2005!
Then I meet up with Bert, inventor of the Bert Death Spiral and String Theory, and check into the Excalibur
where I do all of my poker playing and where I'll be staying through
Saturday morning. Look for me, I'll be the one full of existential
It’s Here If You Want It: My thinking on
the situation is this: If you can’t hang with the varsity, then, by all
means, go play with the junior varsity. That’s what the j.v. is for. If
you're scared of the deep end of the pool, then have fun splashing
around in the kiddy pool, but don’t talk shit about our game.
Thank you, Gorgeous Man With the Actor Voice Who I Wanted to Dislike
But Couldn’t, for being classy and for commenting on the nature of my
Cloutier hit a nearly miracle flop for a gut shot straight draw and
then, when he was almost dead, he got the gut shot straight on the
river. Zoine looks like he wants to vomit, wet himself, cry, have a
heart attack followed by a stroke, all at the same time. He has
suffered a motherfucker of a bad beat, and at the worst time.