Poker Blog
The Dream Is Dying
Thanks to the magical power of compound interest, my $20 had grown to a whopping $24.
The Grand Total: 2006
Life, as we all know, is a brutal series of letdowns and disappointments.
The Beatdown/The Barbecue/Let It Bleed/Yard Fights: A Three-in-One Poker Report
Now, I don’t love anything in this world except three things: corduroy pants, existential despair, and barbecue.
The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend
My big bro has two master’s degrees. He holds a black belt in kenju.
He’s bad-ass at his job. He’s got tons of green and property. Yeah, of
course I’m proud. But what really makes me proud? How goddamn good he
is at poker.
Dead Money/ Cocktails!/Time for Some Action: A Three-in-One Poker Report
But then the cards stopped coming. I’m not talking about premium
starter hands; I’m not talking about decent hands; I’m not even talking
about barely marginal hands. Nothing. I was catching nothing.
Terror/A Technical Discussion/A Tender Moment/Dancing Monkeys/It Goes Sideways/It Goes Downhill: A Four-for-One Poker Report
It’s bound to happen. A thing that’s really great can all of a sudden
go south. That thing is the Friday-night poker game, though I hope it
is only temporary.
You Know How We Roll: A Special Poker Bulletin
I'm so proud of my big bro right now. Recognize.
I’m All Up In Your Brain/ I Could Not Be More Mortified/My Essential Nature
I was as happy as a little girl whose parents chose not to
go through with the divorce.
It Hurts to Have to Be This Funny
On Fridays, my writer sits next to
me, lawyer-style, whispering suggestions for jokes and witty comments
into my ear or handing me legal pads on which he’s furiously scribbled
funny lines. Then if I stiff, I can blame him, throw a tantrum (talent
can be so moody sometimes), fire him, tell him he’ll never work again,
bad-mouth him all over town, say he's a thieving cokehead, try to write new
material myself, fail miserably, call and beg him to come back, and
then pretend that nothing ever happened.
Let the Man Go Through: The Mad-City No-Limit Poker Invitational, Version 2.0, Report
And, I’m not gonna lie, I knew that I was in the middle of producing
something really beautiful pretty much as soon as I began the
cussathon. I was locked in, feeling the flow, and I wasn’t going to
stop until the job was done. It went for almost two minutes, and it was
probably the best writing that I have ever done, and, sadly, it’s lost
to history.