Lst night’s dinner was truly special as I was joined by two special close freinds.
On my left is Dr. Arthur Reber, a former professor of psychology at Brooklyn College, in New York. He now lives on an island off the coast of Washington State (seriously). Check out his website, which has a lot of interesting perspectives about poker, politics, and life. CLICK HERE.
On my right is Mark Napolitano, who is perhaps best known for founding PokerPages.com. CLICK HERE Mark is originally from London and now lives in Austin.
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.
Monday morning at Costco
Your body weight isn’t just a number.
Well, it is a number — but what really matters is how you interpret it.
Since I’ve been on a so-called “health kick” the last three years, I’ve never had an actual target goal in mind when it comes to weight. As I said, your weight is merely a number. What truly matters is being healthier, feeling better, and getting into shape.
I’ve pretty much accomplished becoming fit, although not without some primavera peaks and vermicelli valleys. It’s also just as important to keep off the pounds as to lose them. Trouble is — I’m addicted to food. Good food, that is. I’m addicted to wine, also. Good wine, especially when it’s on sale.
Some fucking maniac cut me off in traffic today and dammit, I didn’t have a chance to get even.
Not yet, anyway.
So, here’s what I’m going to do.
Here and now, I’m offering a $100 cash reward for anyone who can flip the bird and/or humiliate a local Las Vegas driver. The culprit can be best identified as follows:
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