Quest of a Closet Poker Player

No criteria. No big preamble. Just the cold hard facts of the worst poker blogs out there (in no particular order).

1. Jason Strasser It’s easy when the author admits that the blog is horrible, which he did during our dinner interview earlier this year. It’s almost the poster child for bad poker blogs: put little poker content on, combine it with rare posting, and voila–a horrible poker blog. To be fair to Jason, the meat of his strategic insight comes on 2+2, and it’s very good stuff for sure. He’ll be making his way to Vegas in the next few days, so I’ll give him his award as the worst poker blog then.

2. Tony G Gulp, this one will probably hit me in the pocketbook, but it was a nominee from a reader, so I’ll go with it. This lands here really due to lack of posting and the promise of what it could be. Tony’s promised me an interview which I’ll do this summer I’m sure, but he’s a fascinating character. His table antics are hard to justify, but they can do the trick in derailing less experienced players. If he really got into it, I think his blog could be very intriguing.

3. Carmen Sin City This one ultimately comes down to one thing: not enough cleavage shots. I met Carmen over lunch at the MGM last summer with Miami Don and had a great time with one of my first blog connections. Her only real poker blogger sin is not enough poker content, which is probably fine. Many folks disdain the poker blogs that take tangents down other content areas, and I’m fine with that. I guess really this one boils down to not enough cleavage shots, which seems to be the real sin if you have the best boobies in the poker blogosphere (no offense intended, Amy).

4. Waffles Was there any doubt that Waffles would make this list? I get a flood of unsolicited emails offering treatment for the affliction Waffles has battled for years, and it must be the root of his demand for petting and pawing. We use the word penis with our boys, believing the proper anatomical term trumps all of its counterparts. Weiner, the limp biscuit, the tick, the nub=it’s an endless stream of terms that must still send a chill down Mr. Howland’s spine. Yes, his appendage is too small, which has led to his quick trigger finger toward rants and tilt as well as his need to be constantly loved.

5. IGGY Why would arguably the greatest among us be the worst? Well, he can be a bit wordy at times.

Honorable Mention: certainly this one, along with this one (anyone who wins $240k twice hitting royal flushes on $100 video poker has to be bad, right?).

In the by the way department, it looks like I’ll have to take a couple suits to Vegas with me. I probably will be heading to Singapore for a business meeting that hopefully leads to a significant project in the second half of this year (with my day job, not poker). Keep your fingers crossed. I still haven’t done anything about buying a car for Vegas vs. renting, so I may just gulp and split the rental with Mean Gene.

Have a great weekend and a safe holiday.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 25th, 2007 at 4:43 am and is filed under Uncategorized.