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(Dear Reader: This story took place in 2004 when I was grinding limit and no-limit full time.) My buddy Alex offered me $22/hour to play poker with his money. I took the job. Then I quit after one hour. Here’s how it all started, and ended. It was a typical Wednesday afternoon with Alex. LunchRead more
A core group of five of us started playing poker together in high school and we didn’t stop until their babies started. We played at my place because among us, I had the best stereo, the best album collection, and the only official octagonal brown-vinyl-topped poker table with the wooden perimeter specially designed to holdRead more
If you get a kick out of poker nicknames, this article is for you. If you enjoy the whimsy, transience, and candor of our peer-given monikers, then read on. If, on the other hand, you find names such as Uncle Stinker and Vinnie Beans to be neither amusing nor intriguing, then you might as wellRead more