Grubby at PokerWorks

Thanks to everyone for their kind words about my grandmother. Amy, she would’ve enjoyed the toast.

(more…)

Growing up on the East Coast, grubette and I would spend a couple weeks every summer at our grandparents’ house in California.

Most of the time we were sent there to get out of our parents’ way so they could have some alone time.

(more…)

On Labor Day, back from an all-nighter playing losing no-limit riverboat poker, I crawled into bed at 10:30 a.m., when a friend called asking if I wanted to check out the 28th Annual Taste of Polonia.

Food? Polish women? Casino night? How could I resist?

(more…)

Don’t tell anyone, but I have a big weakness in SnGs: playing when I’m tired enough that I fall asleep.

(more…)