The sound of a properly shuffled deck of cards. The creaks of wooden chairs with wooden legs scratching along wooden floors as friends belly closer the table. The clanking of the poker chips as someone assembles them for the game Continue reading Poker at Jeff’s: An institution for those who needed it
I visited my local Hard Rock the other night a little earlier than normal. Some friends and I were slated to play some golf that afternoon but as anyone who lives in the immediate Tampa Bay area will tell you, Continue reading Tales from the Hard Rock, Vol. 5: The high hand and the jinx
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.
On slow nights at the poker table, you sometimes have to create your own luck.
I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know a lick about horseracing, which is a shame considering I come from a long line of gamblers. I’ve always held my own at jai-alai, poker, sportsbook and the dogs but the Continue reading A Day at the Races: Another unsuccessful betting excursion at Tampa Bay Downs
I feel an apology is necessary. I was pretty rough on the Rah last week. For those of you who don’t know, Raheem Morris is the second-year head coach of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Last season, his team went 3-13. Continue reading An apology letter to Raheem Morris
This Saturday, I traveled to Gainesville to witness the marital vows of an old poker buddy, so before we even start talking about sports, I’d like to extend my most sincere and heartfelt congratulations to Damion 2.0 and his beautiful Continue reading The night I knocked out Brock Lesnar and other tall tales from the weekend in sports
I played in a charity poker event last week, believe it or not, at the same temple where I had my Bar mitzvah so many years ago. Nothing like pocket tens and torahs to brighten up an evening.
As my friends continue to prove unable to handle their liquor, this hopes to become a series of helpful hints and amusing anecdotes which the more experienced party-goers can use to ridicule their friends who ill-advisedly drink beyond their means. Continue reading Pranks to play on passed out friends, Vol. 1: The slipcover