My gambling rant

Listening to: The biggest, saddest dog sigh you’ve ever heard My gambling hobby has moments of supreme smugness followed by waves of crashing doubt. It seems that most often, when I have a big swing, possibly due to really good cards followed by really bad cards, I inevitably run into these jokers that can’t do…

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Conversations with gamblers, chapter 1

411: My kitchen, after an excellent meal of scallops, pasta and a butter sauce. (Sarah says it’s more of a bechemel sauce than a buerre blanc) Listening to: Someone else washing my dishes as the price for me feeding them He: I love Sic-Bo. I can always double my money playing it. Me: Really? How…

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And I’m not even invited to have pancakes…

Listening to: The incessant prattle of the “wild raiser” to my left. I wish I could move, but there’s at least an hour wait for another seat at a different table here. 411: The Borgata Poker Room, $2/$4 table, Atlantic City, NJ When I play against family members at the same table, like when I…

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