Every year, on the Fourth of July, your friends and neighbors gather in your well-provisioned back yard to enjoy a warm afternoon of laughter and food. Unless, of course, the sky turns into water and falls, in which case your 40 guests hustle into the house and gaze through your windows at the downpour. Which
“If you ask for a dealer-button change, you might be tilting.” “If you make a short buy with $1 bills, you might be tilting.” “If you decide to check-raise that lag fool one more time because there’s no way he can have it *again*%@!&!!, you might
Ever heard of Jeff Foxworthy? He’s a comedian who did a bit called, “You might be a redneck if…” In his skit, he fires off one-liners, like this one here: “If you cut your grass and find a car, you might be a redneck.” Here’s another: “If you’ve ever been too drunk to fish, you
“I would rather go naked than wear the coat the world has made for me.” Novelist Dorothy Allison wrote those words, and my sister Judith sent them to me, lettered and framed, when I became a Professional Poker Player. That was in 1990. I was 32. This was Jude’s way of saying, “I get it.
I was told before I got there that Casino Montreal’s poker room was bilingual and that I’d be hearing English and French at the table. So I was ready for that. What I wasn’t ready for was the face cards. My first hand, the dealer dealt me two cards, and when I peeked at
I just got off the phone with a mouse smasher. Or you could call him a mouse masher. (It sounds the same either way, whether you are saying it, or doing it.) I’m going to call him Humphrey. The topic was poker coaching. During the conversation, Humphrey asked some questions I had heard before: Q:
