The big news here in Cincinnati is the Griffey trade. I thought I'd pass along our local columnists perspective on this sad day. --- It just didn't work out Ken Griffey Jr. was the big box under the Christmas tree, unopened for nine years. His career as a Cincinnati Red was more melodrama than drama, more oh-no than oh-my. His last hit as a Red was a three-run homer; his lasting image as a
A follow up - an email from the fine folks at Bodog. Players are getting paid. And yes, I do have a nice chunk of change on there and will not be rushing to cash out. -- Good afternoon, An article was recently released on Forbes.com that creates several misimpression's that the Morris Mohawk Gaming Group feels compelled to clarify for our customers. As most of our customers already know,
Feds Hound Bodog The U.S. government recently seized $24 million from bank accounts linked to Bodog, the giant, illegal-under-U.S.-law Internet gaming operation founded by Canadian tycoon Calvin Ayre. Federal filings make very clear that a serious criminal investigation of the Bodog enterprise is ongoing. At a minimum, word of the seizures is likely to rattle the confidence of U.S.-based online
"The thing is, you only got to fuck up once. Be a little slow, be a little late, just once. And how you ain't never gonna be slow, never be late? You can't plan for no shit like this, man. It's life." Avon Barksdale It's such a unique proposition, this Big One. An unbelievable structure with deep, deep stacks. But one mistake, one hand, one lapse in judgment can take you out in a blink of an eye
This is fucked up. Boing Boing linked up the Pig Monkey Beast that I blogged last week. Scroll down a few inches for photos. This is worse than I thought. It's real. ManBearPig! Pig Mating with a Monkey Pig Monkey Face Mutant
Driving home from a happy hour/meeting, I just thought of another WSOP Main Event moment. Leaving Cincinnati for Las Vegas, bright and early on a Thursday morning. There was a young 16 year old African-American girl sitting in the window seat, an elderly blue-haired white grandma (reading a bodice-ripping-on-the-cover romance novel, gross!) in the middle and me in the aisle. After we took off
Sometimes in my travels across the interwebs, I come across a photo or two that make me say WTF. This is one of those times.
I'm too late to write up the WSOP post and was whining to a friend about even trying to do so. That's why I never do Trip Reports (Aruba notwithstanding) -- I just can't do it justice. But my friend pushed and said, "Just condense it down to a few minutes of what it was like to play in the WSOP Main Event. One moment." I impulsively said I couldn't do it, but was immediately struck with my
I am going to write up my rough draft of Day One at the WSOP when I get home tonight. Of course, I have a happy hour to attend right after work, so I'm hoping that won't cause me to forget too much of what happened in Vegas. Part of me thinks it's too late for a trip report. But what the hell, this is my blog and writing up drivel is worse than no drivel at all. Right? Wait, don't answer that.
OK, I lied. I still haven't made time to write. Thank God for the weekend. One insane video for you today. What this gal can do on a bike is insane. If yer looking for something more funny than amazing than enjoy these little kids getting in a massive hockey brawl.
Wow, this afternoon is the first time I have felt human in awhile. And I'm going to try and do some writing when I get home from work. Memories are fading, damnit, and I need to get on it. For now, a colleague send me this video entitled: The Process, that will likely only be funny for those of us who work at ad agencies. Or maybe not. Back soon. The one line that kills me is "No one reads." I
I haven't had a chance to regale you with WSOP stories but I shall when I feel better. Pretty sure I caught this bird flu from Pauly after my post-bustout meal with the Good Doctor. I'm managing to make it to work everyday but I'm coming home and immediately sleeping. Which I'm going to do again right now. Stay tuned, though.
"So you lost in the WSOP, right?" A co-worker Why, yes. Yes I did, thanks for pointing that out. But that's the thing about tournaments, isn't it? Everyone but the nine at the final table feel like they just got kicked in the junk, despite their respective scores. And so I'm back in the Real World. I caught the damn bird flu upon flying home from Vegas. So beyond feeling mentally wiped, now
Made it to Day Four and a 30k cash. I still feel like a big fat loser. And while I'm very bummed that I was knocked out early today, I can't help but be thankful for the run that I had and the friends here to share it with. A huge thanks to everyone who reached out with encouragement and positive mojo, especially all the guys here in Vegas who thanklessly took time out of their working days and