Because the only people who watch the evening news are either very very old or very very geeky (like me) most of the ads are for drugs.
For the record, that's one of many reasons why the American healthcare system is a complete failure.
Anyway, one of the ads was for a drug called "REQUIP" which treats the recently invented disorder "restless leg syndrome".
The fast talk side effects got my attention. It said, "If you have gambling....or other compulsive urges...see a doctor".
WHHAAAAAT?More in this Poker Blog! -->
I'm late to this discussion and it's no longer news. As Otis posted below, one of our underground G-Vegas games was robbed at gunpoint this week. BadBlood has already posted his reaction and Eddie the dealer, who was there at the time, has a full account of what actually happened.
Now I'd like to weigh in.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I remember the first time I walked into Caesars Poker room in Las Vegas. I stood back, looked across the wide expanse of felt, and said, "This is what a poker room should look like."
Since then, my relationship with the room has been a lot like the ones I had with my ex-girlfriends. It's sometimes so good, and sometimes so bad, that I never can decide whether I'm in love or a masochist. Either way, I keep going back for the good stuff and do my best to ignore the bad stuff.
I was there again this past weekend and, as I sat at my second final table in as many tries, I thought, "Well, somebody really should say something about this."
And so, I'm going to.More in this Poker Blog! -->
Looks like I picked a good day to be in Vegas.
There are a lot of games in town. I only play in three rooms. One of them got robbed last night and in a way I'm really glad I didn't have to suffer. Some of my friends didn't fare as well.
From Eddie the Dealer's Blog entry:
I remember looking over and Queen was being held by her hair and a gun was held against the back of her head. From that point, all my fear was for her. She is a very sweet girl and always an absolute delight to have around the game. The piece of shit who was holding her was acting a bit maniacal. He was threatening to "blow her brains all over the floor". (full story)
My reaction to this has been about what you'd expect. I'll likely write more in the future. For now, I'm just going to be glad everybody is okay and plan to stick close to the house for a while.
And to all the G-Vegas regulars: be careful, folks.
I'm sure you've all been wondering, "Where is The Luckbox?!?"
Okay, perhaps that's an exaggeration. After all, I lack the self-deprecating wit of G-Rob and the unsurpassed literary flair of Otis. I'm just The Luckbox.
And, frankly, I haven't been much of a Luckbox at the tables recently. And it's all because of my new home game. You'll never guess who I'm losing to now!More in this Poker Blog! -->
I know a lot of photographers. The most talented still shooter with whom I've had the pleasure of drinking a pint is a guy named Neil Stoddart. Neil is a Brit who shoots a lot of portraits, poker, amd music--a mix of creativity and skill that humbles me every time I'm in his presence. Beyond that, although I'd been to four or five different countries with the guy, I didn't know a whole lot about him until this year's World Series of Poker.
Neil and I spent a bit of time on breaks together. I got him into Lime Tossing and enjoyed his easy-going manner. One day, he looked up and asked, "Have you ever been to the Fireside Lounge?"More in this Poker Blog! -->
I was sitting the lobby of the Grand in Tunica in January of 2006. C.J. and I were plotting our assault on the $1,000 World Series event when he mentioned that a blogger had just taken down an event at the L.A. Poker Classic for a serious amount of money. Turns out, that blogger was Absinthe. Since then, Absinthe and I have spent quite a bit of time at the tables (both poker and dinner) together and I've come to admire the guy quite a bit. [Oh, yeah, I busted out of the Series event in completely boring fashion. C.J. and Iggy both went deepr than me, but, the long and the short of it was, we sucked eggs.]
So, since I wasn't there to rail him last night, here's a big Up For Poker congratulations to Absinthe for making the final table last night in a $1,000 event at the Legends of Poker in L.A. He ended up chopping the thing five ways for a healthy profit, once again proving that the ability to write a coherent entertaining post and cash big at poker tournaments are not mutually exclusive.
At just the moment we arrived, parked the car beneath the condo tower, and loaded our luggage onto a cart, our state set an all-time temperature record.
106 degrees in Columbia, 105 back in G-Vegas, hot enough to make my golf shirt stick to my back like 20 pounds of duct tape in Charleston.
The family went on ahead while I loaded all the gear into the elevator. A man, about my age, was there with his son. "I heard there isn't much beach left," he small talked, "because of all the erosion."
"Plus, with all this heat, it's a pretty bad idea to go outside," he continued.
"And here were are," I said when the elevator reached my floor.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I'd been thinking about the heat.
I'd been thinking about the heat because it wouldn't let me think about anything else. The temperatures in G-Vegas had been over 100 for the past three days and the nights weren't much better. Even though the poker room enjoyed central air conditioning, it couldn't fight the heat wave. Nothing I drank quenched my thirst. Nothing stopped the sweating. I was clammy and thought, "Well, here's my chance to die at the poker table."More in this Poker Blog! -->
The last tournament I played culminated in one of those self-affirming moments. I looked up at the TV screen and there I was, sitting right in the middle of the table with a stack of chips that would eventually lead me to winning 20 times my buy-in. Sure, it wasn't big money, but I'd battled through a minefield of a tournament, made the final table, and put myself in a position to win. The fact that it was Caesarâ€™s closed circuit TV feed didnâ€™t matter. Iâ€™d won and felt good about it.
When it was all over, I sat down in a chair with a beer and reflected by myself for a moment about what it meant. Was I actually good? Did I just get lucky for a day?More in this Poker Blog! -->
I've been playing enough online poker lately to actually dream about it last night. It was odd. First, odd because BadBlood was in the dream and, while I LIKE the guy, he's substantially different from what my internal dream casting agency would normally recruit. Second, it was odd because we were playing poker on laptops in a brick and mortar casino.
Just sitting 'round a full table of players that were in no way playing the same game.
For the record, I was KILLING the game.More in this Poker Blog! -->