I’m pissed. I went to the casino after work the other night to unwind with a well-needed cigar and who do I see walking near the center bar but none other than the golden-haired, occasionally alcoholic, former British Open champion, Continue reading
On a random night after work, with nothing to lose and a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling, I found myself with a hankering to play some cards. Next stop: Hard Rock Casino poker room.
On slow nights at the poker table, you sometimes have to create your own luck.
This post goes to show that lightning can strike twice… if you’re lucky enough. Months ago, I was going to write a feel-good story about friendship, gambling and how SportsChump finally got the better end of a woman scorned. Continue reading
To split or not to split fives in blackjack: That is the question Continue reading