If given the chance, most of us would love to do what Alexander Villegas did.
He just spent the past 16 days and just as many nights crossing the American continent on a motorcycle. Not riding on smooth paved roads or crusing interstates littered with gas stations and junk food joints. But rather scaling hills on dusty backroads, often far from familiar comforts of civilization.
There’s a certain romanticism attached to the thought of just turning loose and letting it all go. Imagine putting your life on hold for a while, saying to yourself that your problems can wait, and instead living it as it should be experienced. How often do we get a chance to do that? How many of us make time for such a journey?
Alex did. He’s better off for it, and now so are we, for the privilege of reading about his amazing story.
Today is one of my favorite days on the World Series of Poker schedule. The Seniors Championship is played today, which is open to any poker player aged 50 and up.
The Seniors Championship brings a lot of old faces together. However, the emphasis here isn’t on “old.” Frankly, I’m always surprised to see who’s turned 50. I suppose no matter what our age is, we all hope to be able to play in this tournament at some point. It sure beats the alternative.
Would you buy a cruise from this man?
This is the story of Craig DiSalvo and the cruise he sold to me.
Except — there was no cruise. Oh, there was a cruise one might say. But it was a shit cruise to nowhere.
Here’s the story of how I docked the boat that never sailed at the 2010 World Series of Poker.
Is having a “poker face” overrated?
Maybe so. Perhaps it’s better throwing caution to the wind.
How about this? Just play your entire hand face up, from start to finish. That’s right, FACE UP! In other words, let your opponents see your cards.
Sounds crazy, right?
Well, consider the incredible hand that took place a few months ago (I just heard about) at the Bicycle Casino in Los Angeles.
First, let’s meet our hero.
Upside down and inside out
Covering poker, I’ve made a few mistakes over the years.
Just a few.
Okay, more like quite a few.
I’ve spelled gold bracelet champions’ names wrong. I’ve butchered their names in award ceremonies (you try pronouncing Athanasios Polychronopoulos‘ without notes in front of 2,000 people). I’ve insulted players without intention. I’ve listed people were much older than they actually were. I’ve thrown chip leaders off the stage during breaks and threatened to have them arrested. One time, I even sent out a photo of my pet cat to the global gaming press, instead of the real champion’s picture (the jpeg file was marked “Alex,” coincidentally both the name of my cat and the event winner). I even made a horrific typo once, using what’s sometimes referred to as the “N-Word.” The word “bigger” has an ugly cousin on the lower row of the keyboard, if you look at the layout of letters.
READ MORE HERE: MY MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENTS