"I'm sorry," she said, "really sorry," as she racked up the mountain of chips she had just scooped in. I smiled back, understanding her meaning, and replied, "And I am even more sorry."
She was a solid poker player and a pleasant person. It was an exciting $4-$8 hold'em game at the Normandie Casino in Gardena, Calif. The hand she won wasn't a bad beat by any stretch of the imagination; it was just one of those things that is bound to happen if you play much poker.
We have all experienced a little sixth-sense now and then. And we all poses a little bit of skill to be able to determine another player's hand in poker. And some us, well... we are just crazy enough to speak up when both factors happen to reach their peak at the same time!
I finished writing a book today. Killer Poker Online/2. You can expect to see it in your bookstore within the year, and I hope to heck that it won't have been horrendously overtaken by events by then. Meantime, I've got a few spare minutes on my hands, and while any time during the last six months I would certainly have filled those minutes playing poker online (in the name of research, mind you) I gotta tell ya that I'm just a little sick of that recreation right now. Like they locked me in an ice cream store overnight and by morning I couldn't stand the sight of the stuff.
A while back I spent a bunch of time playing poker flat on my back. Hip replacement surgery had confined me to bed, but not, thank God, to total boredom. Courtesy of my laptop and wireless internet access, I was able to while away my rehab hours playing poker online. I learned a couple of lessons through the experience, and I'd like to share them with you. First, don't imagine you're well when you're not. I thought that hip replacement surgery would affect only my hip, but it didn't. It ended up, really, kicking my whole entire body in the ass, and that was not without impact on my play.
Big entertainment news here in Las Vegas is the opening of the Broadway hit, Avenue Q at Wynn Las Vegas. The irreverent Tony-winning musical opened to rave reviews from both the media and the public and for good reason.
The show features characters, some of whom are portrayed by performers operating, and speaking for, Muppet-like puppets with names such as Lucy the Slut and the porn-loving Trekkie Monster. As one critic said: "Think "Sesame Street" meets "South Park." This is one helluva funny show and should be a big hit for a very long time.
I fell in love recently. The world's incredibly beautiful. The colors all around are brighter. I appreciate what I take for granted at times. Such as, how much I love my family and friends, how fortunate I am to be living in this day and age. The awesome possibilities the future may hold, that I may achieve with commitment and Faith. I've realized how precious and short life is, whether one lives a hundred years or even a fraction of that number. This enables me to slow down and experience each day, hour, minute and most importantly, moment.
We have become a win at all cost society, so that the shortterm results have yielded a mix bag of consequences. Namely, for all the heralded accomplishments of this era there is an equal amount of failures and embarrassments. According to any number of sources, the increased steroid usage can be directly attributed to the overwhelming success of today's athlete. In addition, to what degree has the influx of new era poker player's success attributable to steroid usage? Many celebrated athletes in sports are linked with the illegal practice of steroid usage, either directly or indirectly.
In the long run, the difference between wining and losing is almost entirely due to a difference in skill. We all know that. We write and read about it all the time. But sometimes, winning is just a question of having an amazing string of good cards. I had the hottest 90 minutes of poker in my life the other night. I'd like to share what happened, not to demonstrate good play on my part, but rather to let you know what types of positive experiences may be out there for you - if you have the patience to wait for them.
I recently went to see impressionist/singer Gordie Brown at the Golden Nugget, where he performs every night except Wednesday and Thursday. Here's a guy with great talent and who puts 110 percent into every show. The night I was there, which was a weeknight, the joint was packed and he got a well-deserved five-minute standing ovation at the end of his performance. I had a chance to catch up with him after the show to find out a little bit more about him. Brown hails from Montreal and began his working career as a political cartoonist for an Ottawa newspaper.
So he didn't call. Ouch! What a blow to the ego. Boom! Could it be he didn't like me? Could it be I wasn't attractive? Could it be my personality? Could it be I'm too fat? Could it be I'm "high maintenance?" Could it be I talked too much? Could it be because I beat him at poker, pool and air hockey? It just baffles me, why did he not call?