The title refers to how AJ pronounces “headache” and I’m sporting a substantial one right now. Because my return from work on Wednesdays roughly coincides with the kickoff of The Mookie (graciously hosted by Full Tilt), I have to be creative as far as
It is with pleasure that I publicly congratulate Blogging Juggernaut Dr. Pauly on his joining Cultural Juggernaut ESPN.com to provide WSOP coverage this summer.
What an awesome, unbelievable, deserved gig. Way to go, man.
It has been rightfully said that I am frustratingly single-minded. I latch onto an idea or adventure and tend to go full steam ahead with nary a sideways glance. Furthermore, I tend to map the Road Taken, planning for contingencies, maximizing the time available and completely cock-blocking the chance for spontanaity.
It’s something I’ve been working on and something I’ve been meaning to write about. I got the requisite kick in the pants to do so thanks to a link sent to by my good buddy Jorjinho. You’ll have to wade through my drivel before I give you the link, but it will be worth it. The link, not the drivel.
I am winding down after a five-day orgy of candy, poker and baseball. In fact, I currently have a mouthful of Big League Chew, honoring two of those pursuits. If only I could
So now I’m hopelessly hooked on
It was 6 a.m. when I first laid eyes on the version of Las Vegas that offers promise and hope to an endless stream of tourists and dreamers. I was, at the time, a mere babe in the woods, unaware of the options and debauchery she served around the clock.
I lept giddily from the car, four hours of road sleep my only sustenance for the next day-and-a half.
I suppose it’s not unusual for one to examine their life as they approach their 40th birthday. Throw in the life-altering events of the last 15 months and it seems downright compulsory.
The rush of gambling, of competition, has always been in me, a genetic transference from my paternal grandfather, Benito. Though he died, destitute, when I was but seven, the stories of his ruin at the hands of wine, women and keno have been repeated throughout my life.
The second half of mine and AJ’s Spring Break Road Trip has been cancelled due to an inclement X. I’m never gonna be rid of that bitch am I?
Regardless, if there’s one thing I learned over the past year-plus, it’s that whole thing about door closing and windowns opening. Last night’s window was a blogger table at Full Tilt
Hell Week is over. It really hasn’t been that hard. Over the weekend, I had just one moment where the urge to smoke was strong.
My own damn fault for playing Razz.
A year ago today, I was in Vegas with Pauly, change100 and Grubby. We gambled, went to Scores and were later joined by a whole mess of other bloggers for a near-all-Friday-nighter, followed by a long trip back to LA for an engagement at the Playboy Mansion.
This year, I’m at work, not smoking and