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Poker Night in America Headed to Big Sky Country
Popular Weekly Television Show on CBS Sports Network Set to Film Poker’s Legendary First Family — the Brunsons
Todd Brunson Hosting “Montana Poker Challenge” at Bigfork, Montana Resort
Big Fork, Montana (September 2, 2014) – Poker Night in America is headed to Montana. The new popular television series which appears twice weekly on CBS Sports Network will soon be filming at a popular luxury lakeside resort located in Bigfork, Montana during the week of September 7-14.
Much of the fun and festivities will revolve around the first family of poker, the Brunsons, who organize the annual event, now in its eighth straight year. Once again, Todd Brunson will host the “Montana Poker Challenge,” which includes several No-Limit Hold’em tournaments, satellites, and cash games. The Main Event which runs September 12-13 costs $333 to enter, but includes re-buy options up to $1,665 for those unlucky players needing the maximum number of rebuys.
Singer-impressionist Danny Gans was the most popular act on the Las Vegas Strip during the late 1990s.
Gans headlined the Mirage showroom. He sold out every night. Gans was named “Las Vegas Entertainer of the Year” multiple times. His $100 ticket price didn’t dissuade anyone from standing in line at the box office. Gans was the hottest ticket in town and was worth every penny.
Sadly, Gans passed away a few years ago. Since then, a void has existed on the Vegas entertainment scene — not necessarily from a lack of impersonators. There are still plenty of those around. The void is that immense satisfaction one gets when utterly convinced the performer gave us everything he or she had while onstage. Gans did that. He brought an extraordinary range of music and voices to his show, combined with a meticulous craftsmanship that made you believe — if your eyes were closed — that you were actually listening to many of the greatest male singers in history.
To this day, one had to wonder — would a female version of Danny Gans ever come along?
Well, yes. Meet Veronic, who’s been playing at Bally’s for about a year now.
September 1st means one thing — the start of football season.
This past weekend was my final free Sunday, at least until early February. That’s five months from now.
From this point forward Sunday will no longer exist. Most of my Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Mondays will be tied up, too. Plus my Tuesdays and Wednesdays. So, if you need to reach me over the next five months via any modern communication device — be it by phone, text, e-mail, or social media — here are some explicit instructions for establishing contact.
Want to know something that drives me absolutely crazy about the Las Vegas casino scene?
It’s seeing small children and toddlers being dragged around casinos like worn out suitcases late at night by their idiotic parents. I swear, I just want to take a hammer and turn totally loose on these numb skulls. Bang! Bang! Bang!
What the fuck is wrong with these people?
Know the scene I’m talking about here?
Sorry, but I’ve seen this site way too many times to count. Young children scurrying in hallways, bored to tears. Zonked out babies in strollers at 2 am. Youngsters desperately trying to sleep in shopping areas while mommy and daddy are acting like clueless buffoons. Casinos might be acceptable hangouts for children at times — but not late at night when responsible adults should have their children tucked in bed.
Executive Chef Terry Lynch at El Segundo Sol, flanked by two loyal fans
Absolutely no detail is too small for master of food and beverage, Terry Lunch. When the famed partner-chef of the much celebrated Mon Ami Gabi Restaurant (inside Paris Casino) opened up El Segundo Sol, which offers highly-customized Mexican fare, he chose his recipes and ingredients carefully.
Take rice, for example.
That’s right — rice.
One doesn’t normally pay much attention to rice in Mexican cooking. Think of the typical spicy brown rice that comes with beans next to enchiladas. It’s a staple hardly worth noticing.
But when Lynch decided to head south of the border for his next cooking phase opening up this ideally-situated restaurant four years ago, he considered about 50 different varieties of rice. Fifty! After sampling everything on the market, Lynch finally found the perfect accompaniment for his one-of-a-kind cuisine — a jasmine rice he infused with garlic which makes for a special taste all its own.
Of course, no one comes to El Segundo Sol for the rice. But this story is emblematic of the overall approach this wonderful restaurant and its head chef takes with every preparation — from the bar to the kitchen. Only the freshest ingredients are selected and served. Cliche? Yes — but in this case it’s accurate. Everything is made in house, from scratch. Even the dairy products come from a small boutique supplier, Straus Dairy in Sonoma County (California).
Here’s a link to the menu: EL SEGUNDO SOL
Introduction: Here’s another fun story from my days working for PokerStars.com, where I served as Director of Communications between 2004-2006.
One of the wackiest poker stories never yet told took place in early 2006, about six months after Hurricane Katrina slammed into New Orleans and flooded most of the city.
The New Orleans Saints were quite possibly the most dismal franchise in all of professional sports. Despite their losing ways, they remained beloved fan favorites and were a unifying attraction for all of Southern Louisiana. Even though the team won just a single playoff game during its first 30 years of existence, the 80,000-seat Superdome sold out every time the Saints played at home. When the Saints went on the road, they almost always lost. However, the joke was that if they covered the pointspread, thousands fans would always welcome and cheer the arriving team plane at the airport.
With the lowly Saints coming off yet another losing season in 2005, when they were forced to play all their games outside the city of New Orleans (due to severe damage to the Superdome), unanimous pessimism persisted about the city’s ability to continue supporting an NFL franchise. It seemed, people who had suffered such severe financial and emotional devastation had priorities other than football.
I look at the upcoming season’s NFL futures bets that I’ve already put in, and I ask myself a simple question.
How can these bets possibly lose money?
It’s like walking into a coal mine, and seeing nuggets of gold. It’s all right there in front of you. Ready to pick up and carry away.
Before I chirp about this year’s future’s card, let’s take a little stroll down memory lane, shall we?
Last season’s results (futures): 6 wins and 3 losses — for a net profit of $2,965.
We’ve all heard that print journalism is in serious trouble.
Americans no longer read, unless it’s a text message. Newspapers are cutting back. Magazines are shutting down. Even major bookstores are now closing.
Yet when it comes to giving red, white, and blue flag-waving — pickup truck driving — Coors drinking — immigrant-bashing — Obama hating — right-wing American citizenry the latest news and tantalizing gossip about guns and ammunition, let’s just say the market has this subject pretty well covered. The only thing missing is a new television show, Housewives of Nashville — Packing Heat.
Indeed, I was getting worried that guns weren’t getting nearly enough attention in our society. With all the murders, handgun accidents, cases of domestic violence, police shootings, and so forth happening in everyday America (yesterday, a 9-year-old girl accidentally blew someone away in Arizona with an Uzi), who’s got time to contemplate the latest review on the new Glock 3D SF which is about to hit the streets?
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
— Peter Seeger (“Little Boxes” — 1962)
Several years ago, I gathered with a group of friends all visiting Las Vegas. At the time, each of us lived elsewhere, scattered in different parts of the country.
Someone within our group made what turned out to be an astute observation. He predicted that, give or take a few years, most of us would eventually end up settling down in Las Vegas. This made perfectly rational sense. Everyone among us enjoyed all the typical activities most commonly associated with Las Vegas — including playing poker, sports gambling, dining at good restaurants, plenty of cheap bars, relative affordability, and the around-the-clock lifestyle of the city. Hey, a man’s got to have his priorities straight.
I promised readers a passionate video montage, taking the opposite side of the current censorship debate about whether or not politics has any place at the poker table.
I say “yes.”
Israeli poker writer Robbie Straznski says “no.” READ HIS PERSUASIVE VIEWPOINT HERE
Here’s the raw footage of my 38-minute reply to PokerStars’ misguided decision to ban all political expression in their tournaments. In this clip, my entire response is unrehearsed and often comes across as disjoined. Rambling. Less than stellar. Certainly not my best video. I would have junked it, if I didn’t promise delivery. Borrowing an album title from Van Morrison, here’s my “Inarticulate Speech of the Heart.”
But I did agree to post one final summation of my viewpoint in front of the camera, and so here it is.