Tony Korfman’s poker book has been sitting on the bottom shelf of my office library for almost five years, gathering dust.
Make that Korfman’s two books. For some reason, two copies were sent to me — unsolicited. He either really, really wanted me to write a book review. Or, his agent is a royal screw up.
Wait, Tony Korfman has an agent?
For those who don’t know Korfman, how shall I describe him? His bio page says he was “born in New York, raised by seagulls in San Francisco, and now lives in Las Vegas.” These days, he’s usually camped out in some dumpy poker room, wearing a leather logo-laden NASCAR bomber jacket that has to be hot as blazes during the summertime. I mean who wears a leather bomber jacket when its 115 degrees outside?
Tony Korfman! That’s who!
I have no idea what compelled me to crack open his book a few days ago following such a long hibernation. Like a forgotten classic Montrachet, it’s been there in the book cellar aging forever, aching to be opened for all the floral splendor to be enjoyed.
Marieta warned me. But I didn’t listen. Husbands never listen, right? I wanted to find a “good deal.”
The crooks looked honest. They seemed nice. They seemed to know what they were doing. Then again, con artists always seem honest and nice, don’t they? Hey — that’s why they’re con artists.
The scam began with a broken water pipe between the house and the street. The last couple few months, our monthly water bill has tripled. Plus, the driveway looks like it’s ready to cave in. I’m just taking a wild guess here, but I think we might have a water leak.
Going shopping is bad enough. But toss in prospecting for a parking space, swarms of mindless teenagers walking six in a line, and the latest annoyance — the gauntlet of sales carts and kiosks blocking every aisle — and that makes going into the mall for a pair of socks like maneuvering an obstacle course.
What happened to the days when shopping malls housed a bunch of popular stores with names we actually knew? What happened to the customer’s “space?” Now, malls have pretty much become the Grand Bazaar. It’s like walking through Istanbul on a Saturday afternoon. You can’t tell even anything about the stores or what they sell anymore from the outside.
Consider these names at a popular mall in Las Vegas:
Steve Wynn was in favor of online gambling long before he opposed it. Big time. As in so enthusiastically in favor of online gambling (and poker specifically) that he once signed up for a strategic business partnership with PokerStars.com. You remember PokerStars, don’t you? The world’s largest online poker site based over on the Isle of Man?