Life’s Way Too Short

Read MoreNo matter what the number — whether you live to be 25 or 55 or 95 — life’s way too short.
Indeed, time is our most precious resource, because it’s constantly diminishing.

Read MoreNo matter what the number — whether you live to be 25 or 55 or 95 — life’s way too short.
Indeed, time is our most precious resource, because it’s constantly diminishing.

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It’s 10:15 on a Saturday night, and I can’t find a parking space.
My restaurant of choice closes in 15 minutes. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving. I want Thai food. Problem is, there’s no place to park my rental car within a quarter-mile in any direction. Suddenly, I seem to get lucky.
There’s a spot! It’s empty!
Wait, not so fast.
It’s a handicapped space. Shit!
Hmm, let me think about this situation for a moment. Hey, I don’t see any handicapped people around. I mean, it’s not like someone in a wheelchair is going to show up at this late hour, right?

With poker commentator Dave Tuchman on our fast boat to nowhere, out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
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My morning began with a mouthful of ants.
By mid-afternoon, on a fast boat to nowhere out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I rescued a dead fish.
Ten hours, one bottle of cheap wine, and a dozen overpriced cocktails later, by 2 am, I was pacing the sidewalk out in front of a downtown art gallery like a vagrant, screaming profanities through a plate-glass window at shitty paintings being sold at mind-numbing prices.

Read MoreLook at this hideous piece of shit. Not me, you fool!
I mean, look at the painting!

Read MoreAdmittedly, I would make a lousy political strategist.
I have no patience with idiocy. I have no concept of how to appeal to the “average voter.” I have no clue as to why the dopes and dummies of the broad electorate continue electing politicians who consistently act against the best interests of the American working class. Call me an elitist — at least, I’ll admit it.

Read MoreIf every journey begins with a single step forward, then Ross Leitz has run an incontrovertible marathon.
That’s not an easy thing to do when you’re a 6-foot, 4-inch grizzly bear of a man who once weighed nearly 500 pounds and currently resides in the foodie and drinkie capital of America, that great city of all temptation — New Orleans.

Read MoreWith the 2016 presidential campaign already in full swing, the only thing missing at the moment appears to be genuine enthusiasm for Hillary Clinton.

Read MoreMoments after the final course was made from scratch, served, and promptly devoured at Mon Ami Gabi’s renowned cooking class, I approached executive chef and part-owner Terry Lynch. My only question was — when’s the next class coming up? I was ready to pounce and make another reservation on the spot. For anyone who enjoys learning more about culinary history, the fine art of cooking and devising original recipes, and/or simply adores eating great food and drinking specialty cocktails much like I do — this experience isn’t to be missed.

Read MoreOne of the easiest ways to know if an NFL handicapper understands the fundamentals of football wagering is to ask his opinion of betting on preseason games.
Anyone who insists the preseason is either “unplayable” or “unbeatable” should be dismissed instantly as someone who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Read MoreExcuse me while I shift into brag mode.
“Poker Night in America” is on a rush right now (that’s a play on words, since we’re owned by Rush Street Productions).