Bright Days of Vegas, Conclusion
I can make no sense of the multi-building apartment complex’s non-sequential numbering. Its drives are deserted and the night is quiet. As at the beginning of the trip, my wallet…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part VII
The arrival of my longtime poker pal, Gargamel, caused me to extend my stay in Las Vegas. I was not eager to leave, after all, and the extra bed for me at…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part VI
Fausto raises. Fausto raises quickly. When he attacks the lead from the small blind, he is acting, in part, out of habit. He has left the sphere of totally deductive…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part V
Midway through the week the cheerful Club de Soleil would add an extra guest, one not on ChipXtractor’s official docket. Both taller and bigger than you might suspect from his class-trip-to-AMNH-to-examine-the-lives-of-chips avatar,…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part IV
In some respects being solitary, my lifelong theme, is a luxury. The frustrations of my last relationship had featured highs and lows in Las Vegas, where my natural need to…
Meanwhile, in the Village
Perception is a great theme of poker. Dealing with information. Evaluating actions. Filtering misinformation. Judging your opponents, sometimes at a glance, and sometimes, over years together, like smiling, vicious colleagues…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part III
The Golden Nugget is the premier low stakes cash location in Las Vegas. Naturally, I love the Wynn and recommend it. Of course. Who would turn down perfect décor, Fiji…
Bright Days of Vegas, Part II
Directly outside the main entrance to the World Series of Poker at the Rio, the smokers are given a little circus tent to parade their disability under, shaded from the…
Interregnum Ignotum
“Tongs,” the meat man commands. “Thank you.” I was unaccustomed to pieces of filet mignon being vertically flayed into my plate from a twenty eight inch harpoon. A little slow as…