Harold Mitchell (played by Karl Malden) in "A Streetcar Named Desire" (1951).
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
I was just reading the newest Ante Up magazine, and found a brief article by attorney Marc Dunbar. (Available online here, page 62.) He is discussing recent legal cases in which courts had to determine whether poker is predominantly a game of skill or of chance. He thinks the courts are getting it wrong by usually ruling it a game of chance.
Last week I saw a flurry of Tweets about the release of a new poker novel, The Superuser, by Collin Moshman and Katie Dozier. It cost only $2.99, and I was kind of curious how the Kindle application would work on my PC and on my Android phone, so I bought the book, downloaded the software to both devices, and dug in. It's a fast read, and I finished it the night before last.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
I frequently hear tourists at poker tables asking dealers and locals where to find tournaments at a certain time of day, or of a certain length, or in a specified buy-in range. There is, of course, the comprehensive database maintained at AllVegasPoker.com, here. But it's a daunting list--bewildering for having so many options from which to choose.
Mike Caro, in Poker Player newspaper, September 12, 2011 (vol. 15, #6), page 4.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
While I was doing that, I was seeing Twitter messages from my friends Stacey and Don of Las Vegas Poker Source about how well Stacey was doing in the U.S. Ladies Poker Championship at the Golden Nugget. She had started the final table at noon with one of the short stacks, but had bullied her way upward.
Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet. Please bet.
It all started innocently enough. The geniuses behind "The Micros" series of animated poker adventures sent out two Tweets, from out of nowhere:
Yo mama so dumb she called a river shove with bottom two on a four-flush board. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so dumb she thinks a stack of chips comes in a Pringles can. #PokerSnapFight
And that was all it took to unleash an all-day game of the dozens, played by, well, dozens of Micros fans.
Here are the ones that I thought best. (Apologies in advance to anybody whose mama is, in fact, outrageously fat, dumb, broke, poor, ugly, nasty, or skanky, and who therefore takes personal offense at the following.)
Yo mama so fat that when she busts out of a cash game the dealer shouts "Seats open at 6, 7, and 8." #PokerSnapFight
Your mama's underarms are so hairy it looks like she's got Elix Powers in a headlock #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama's so poor, she posted the big blind on layaway. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama's so poor, she bought in with food stamps. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama's so ugly, when she looked at her pocket kings, they had their eyes closed. #PokerSnapFight
yo mamma's so fat they won't let her straddle the button anymore #pokersnapfight
Yo mama's so fat, she plays Pot-Limit Nebraska. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so broke she was begging for a buyin to a freeroll. #PokerSnapFight
Your momma so fat, she called for a rack and the floor man brought her ribs. #PokerSnapFight
I confess that I, too, got a bit caught up in the spirit of things. Yes, I'm 12 years old.
Yo mama so fat, when the game is HORSE, they throw a saddle on her back. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so fat, when she went on a heater, it broke. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so dumb, when the dealer called for player's checks, she thought they were bringing her cereal. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so fat, she's got more folds than @AllenKessler. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so broke, she can't even give a free card. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so fat, the only way she can get to the table is a slowroll. #PokerSnapFight
Yo mama so nasty, all the other players can smell her even when she plays online. #PokerSnapFight
Good thing I'm not going back to school to face an essay assignment on how I spent my summer.