After a pandemic pause, my brother-in-law and I re-started our annual Vegas trip tradition this weekend. Here’s what it was like playing poker and getting around in (mostly) masked-up Sin City.
After not playing a hand of live poker for 18 months (and thinking I might never again), I ventured out the other night to a local casino to find not much had changed — except for my attitude about the game. Here’s the story.
There is a high stakes poker match going on between two of the bigger names in the game, and while some of my friends are watching it, I’m not. Here’s why.
Here’s my review of Vince Van Patten’s movie “7 Days To Vegas,” about some degenerate gamblers who make a million dollar proposition bet over a long walk through the desert.
I’m saddened to hear of the death last night of Mike Sexton, Poker Hall Of Fame and the game’s greatest ambassador. I had the privilege of having him on my radio show many times, so I’ve reposted our last conversation here (with links to earlier ones).
I did something Friday night that I haven’t done in a very long time: played poker. It confirmed something I’ve suspected for quite a while.
The plexiglass is up but face masks are not required at this Florida poker room. Here is why I will not be joining this herd.
Gaming commissions and control boards are coming up with plans for how casinos and poker rooms in Las Vegas, St. Louis, and elsewhere might reopen — but I remain very skeptical. Read on.