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Posted by on Dec 8, 2015 in Blog | 2 comments

“Some Time in New York City” — Remembering 35 Years Ago Tonight

 

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Nolan Dalla in 1985 at The Dakota, Central Park West in New York City, the spot where John Lennon had been assassinated five years prior.

 

Thirty-five years ago tonight, on December 8, 1980 at 10:45 pm, a deranged loner stepped onto a dimly-lit New York City side street and fired four shots point blank from a loaded Charter Arms .38-caliber revolver into an inexplicable target that made no sense whatsoever.

Most of us learned of John Lennon’s murder a short time later, not from a breaking news flash, but from the oddest of sources — the rhapsodic voice of ABC sportscaster and quintessential New York journalist Howard Cosell.  A thrilling Monday Night Football game between the New England Patriots and Miami Dolphins was playing down to the closing seconds of what would turnout to be a game-winning field goal attempt.  As the Pats’ placekicker, a native Englishman named John Smith, was taking the field, that’s when Cosell without hesitation broke into the national telecast and stunned millions of listeners on the edge of their seats by announcing news that Lennon had been shot and was confirmed dead.

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Posted by on Oct 11, 2015 in Blog, Essays, Restaurant Reviews | 0 comments

Paul Prudhomme (1940-2015)

 

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The story goes, about 40 years ago chef Paul Prudhomme was cooking one afternoon in the kitchen of his New Orleans restaurant, when the phone rang.

Prudhomme accepted the interruption and had no choice than to take the important call.  Back in those days that meant steeping into an adjacent office, since wireless mobile phones didn’t exist.  Trouble started when the telephone call went way longer than was expected.

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Posted by on May 18, 2015 in Blog, Essays, Music and Concert Reviews, Personal | 2 comments

When B.B. Was King

 

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B.B. King died last week here in Las Vegas.  He was 89.

I saw B.B. King perform three times.  I always loved his music, even when listening to the blues wasn’t particularly fashionable.

Indeed, the blues is not now, nor has it ever been, mainstream music.  It’s the wailing howl of the economically disenfranchised, the voice of the social outcasts, the sorrow of broken hearts, and the lament of persistent loss.  And yet, quite often, it’s both amusing and uplifting.  One figures that life really isn’t really so bad after all, especially when contrasted alongside the song’s hero who somehow loses his job on the same day he catches his lady in bed with another man.  While B.B. King put out relatively few best-selling records, for millions of listeners his blues was a deeply biographical soundtrack.  If nothing else, it certainly provided incendiary kindling for rock n’ roll, soul, and R&B.

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Posted by on May 6, 2015 in Blog, General Poker | 1 comment

Remembering “Uncle Krunk” — Poker Loses Another Colorful Character (Robert Panitch 1952-2015)

 

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I just learned Robert Panitch passed away.  He was 63.

That name probably won’t resonate with many people.  Mr. Panitch was better known as “Uncle Krunk,” an oddball nickname given to him by some younger poker colleagues who traveled around the country with their cranky elder, attending various events along the national tournament circuit.  Seemingly weird and often grumpy, the “Uncle Krunk” moniker associated with Mr. Panitch gained a notoriety and hilarity all its own when his fictionalized Twitter persona became a sort of alter ego, often firing out riotous commentary about the contemporary poker scene.

However, as with many seemingly funny people who appear to be “different,” behind the crotchety mask was a deeply caring man with his own private set of circumstances and personal problems which where largely hidden away from public view.  Beneath the brusque exterior was a man with valiantly unwavering devotion.

The first time I met Mr. Panitch was at a World Series of Poker Circuit event in 2008, which was played in Hammond, Indiana — just outside his hometown of Chicago.  Mr. Panitch came into poker in his mid-50s and made his first final table appearance  As I was about to introduce him to the crowd, I asked for clarification on how to pronounce his name correctly.

“You can say ‘PAN’ can’t you?” he asked.

Yes, Sir.

“You can say ‘ITCH’ can’t you?” he asked.

Yes, Sir.

“Now put the two words together — ‘PAN-ITCH.’  There, that’s not too difficult for you, is it?”

No, Sir.

As I said, if you ever met or played poker with Mr. Panitch you probably remember something unusual about him.

Take for instance his strange eating habits while sitting at the poker table.  Mr. Panitch always carried a knapsack louded with various snacks tucked inside plastic baggies, and he nibbled at them constantly.  He consumed vast amounts of nuts and fruits and granola bars over the course of a day, which come to find out was part of a special diet.  When I reluctantly asked him once about his eating all the time, he informed me that he had health issues which required him to eat certain foods for their nutritional value.  He must have downed 10-15 snacks a day, but never seemed to gain a pound.

However, the most peculiar thing I remember about Mr. Panitch was his apparent repudiation of all forms of technology.  Once, when he qualified to play in the WSOP National Championship (in 2013) I asked Panitch for his e-mail address.

“I don’t have an e-mail address,” he snapped.  “I don’t use it.”

I’m not sure if he even owned a cell phone.  Mr. Panitch’s grumpy old man ways and “get off my lawn” crankiness was certainly no act.  He was the real deal.  Accordingly, a group of younger poker players somehow took this persona and created a Twitter account in his name, along with his photo, affectionately named “Uncle Krunk.”  While Mr. Panitch had nothing to do with either setting up the account nor any of the content, the Twitter posts made the semi-pro poker player famous for a time to the point where he enjoyed a cult following.

“Uncle Krunk” posts became laughably obscene, often spewing profanities, and yet he was almost always dead on accurate with scathing commentary about other players and the wackiness he and others observed at various tournament stops around the country.  The anonymous account set up with Mr. Panitch’s persona became a sort of inner demon and the collective consciousness of all tourney grinders, forced to put up with the incessant tanking of their opponents, poor hygiene, inane table chatter, and the innumerable challenges of trying to support oneself by playing poker.  “Uncle Krunk” became a lovable devil.

The real Mr. Panitch seemed to take it all in stride.  Eventually, he became aware of his notoriety as many players mistakenly thought those were his posts, and actual thoughts.  To the very end, Mr. Panitch played the cantankerous role to perfection, although a select few who got to know him better came to realize there was something far more interesting and commendable about this man beneath the surface

Mr. Panitch was indeed a caring uncle to several nieces and nephews, in the words of Chad Holloway, who recently wrote a nice tribute to his passing, which occurred on May 1st.  He was also a loyal son and brother to the other members of his close-knit family, perhaps confirmed best by the selfless act of taking care of his elderly mother for many years before she passed away just a few years ago.

With his death, poker has lost yet another of its most colorful characters, his memory now made all the more vibrant by finally realizing that behind the surly exterior at the tables we often witnessed was actually a deeply devoted and sensitive man who will be missed, but not forgotten.

 

Read a more comprehensive feature on Robert Panitch here at POKERNEWS.COM

Special thanks to Rex Clinkscales for the post on Facebook which announced Robert Panitch’s passing.

 

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Posted by on Dec 15, 2014 in Blog, Essays, What's Left | 0 comments

Remembering Christopher Hitchens, Who Died Three Years Ago Today

 

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Christopher Hitchens died three years ago today.

His life spanned 62 immensely productive years.  One presumes his words and ideas shall endure for a considerably longer time.

Even after his death, Hitchens remains a giant force of intellect worth re-acquainting ourselves with regularly, and not just by those who share(d) his views.

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