Few things set me off when I’m in the poker room. I’m a grinder, a patient man.
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.
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