The Poker Project (playing and writing about poker in the U.S.)
I've learned a bunch from the strategy/life posts on 2+2 over the years and want to involve others in my own poker-relat
Good Bad Luck
The town where I'm staying in VT is about fifteen minutes from Montpelier, the capital, where there's decent noon pickup beeball four days a week. I made my return today, which is roughly my third time playing in the last year or so. Unsurprisingly I couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, so I focused on unsexy stuff like rebounding and passing and defense. After we won our fifth game in a row—after I airballed a three, got my own rebound, and dished the rock to a teammate for an open layup—my teammate, a buff happy Mexican guy, gave me a fistbump and said, "You play with your heart." Hadn't heard that one in a while—was nice to hear.
Naturally, I immediately sprained my ankle during the next game and was quickly out of commission.
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Return of Slinky
The ankle's fine. Yesterday I played for the first time in a little over a week and didn't have any trubble. "I got Slinky," a guy on the other team said, as he got ready to guard me.
I'm so well-named, he went on to explain, because when I jump I go up and up.
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I missed almost every layup that I attempted—something like 2 for 15. We back!
June Recap
After successfully trekking up North (pics below), I spent most of the month getting two summer classes off the ground, hanging with the fam, and exploring NW Vermont. Finally starting to get a decent sense of the area, three summers in.
I've also been following the WSOP action from afar. Chatter surrounding the Milly Maker heads-up collusion—a contradiction in terms?—has been interesting, and the coverage was an entertaining dumpster fire.
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I'm playing in a fantasy pool for the first time, which has been a fun sweat. Here's my team. Linde is the top points-getter so far, and Mateos's fifth bracelet unfortunately doesn't count because it's an online-live hybrid.
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Went to not one but two amusement parks—Storyland and Cedar Point, whose coasters are legit.
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Been reading a good bit—some for class, some not.
Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones
[quote=]Rico and Kilo walk into the bowl. The other dogs and boys are breathing hard, bloody, wearing sweaty coats. Rico smiles as Kilo grins, stocky but tall where his master is short; his coat is red as the dirt under the pine needles, clean and dry as that. Rico winds the leash around his fist, winds Kilo in, pats him along the rough length of his side, looks up, and says, “We ready?”[/quote]
Yanis Varou****ice,
[quote=]Naturally there were a large number of law enforcement types hanging around the convention—men with military fades, moisture-wicking shirts, and tattoos of the bible and the constitution and eagles and flags distended across their arms. But there were also a handful of women ICE applicants and a lot of men of color. The deportation officer applicant pool was, I felt, shockingly diverse—one might say it looked like America. The whole place looked and felt like America.[/quote]
Flannery O'Connor,
[quote=]Nothing is perfect. This was one of Mrs. Hopewell’s favorite sayings. Another was: that is life! And still another, the most important, was: well, other people have their opinions too. She would make these statements, usually at the table, in a tone of gentle insistence as if no one held them but her, and the large hulking Joy, whose constant outrage had obliterated every expression from her face, would stare just a little to the side of her, her eyes icy blue, with the look of someone who had achieved blindness by an act of will and means to keep it.[/quote]
Yū Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station
[quote=]I used to think life was like a book: you turn the first page, and there’s the next, and as you go on turning page after page, eventually you reach the last one. But life is nothing like a story in a book. There may be words, and the pages may be numbered, but there is no plot. There may be an ending, but there is no end.[/quote]
Big Creek Park
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Win a Few, Lose a Few
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Toledo
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Niagara Falls
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Petulant Fluffballs
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Roadtrip Complete!
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Naturally, no poker has been played. To everyone taking their shots in Vegas—GL!
Brief Return to LoLive Poker
Took a minitrip to almost-Boston for some shenanigans, and stopped by Chasers Poker Room on my way back to Vermont. I had a good time. The room's in Salem, NH, with fifteenish tables plus a few table games and a bar (reminded me of Houston card clubs—not a casino, but still plenty of punters). It took about ten minutes for me to play with the cardroom's resident vlogger, who was decked out in merch from his Underdog Poker YouTube channel. Friendly guy, as were most of the regs and dealers, and the room appears to be well-run with a healthy PLO scene.
I lucked my way into my first plaque since...a 2017 home game? It's been more than a minute.
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Might play once or twice more on my way down to Nola, at which point point more poker should be played. A lot of donkament series rolling through in the late summer and the fall.
Old Man Baller
I once played pickup beeball with Stanley Fish, a nichely famous literary critic who was, at the time, 72ish. I was astounded by how well he moved, and I can still remember what he told me: keep moving. Once you stop moving, you're done.
Today I played with an even older old, an OG in the Montpelier noon pickup run that I've been frequenting who's seventy-seven years young. Like Fish, this guy moved like someone three decades younger, and apparently his secret is refereeing and a little core work each day. Keep moving, indeed.
"I'll shut down either one," a burly guy on the other team said, eyeing me and then one of my teammates. Whom to lock down? Decisions, decisions.
"That's the spirit," I told him.
"Hey, that's not what I want to hear. We're supposed to be battling!" He was a good-natured guy, all hustle and bluster.
"I'm not very good at battling," I said with a smile. "Maybe I never was."
We won again, and I accidentally elbowed Old Man Baller in the mouth. I apologized, and he took it well.
Longtime listener, first time caller here. Really enjoy this thread.
I love the New Hampshire poker rooms. So many weird little casinos filled with characters. Lots of low stakes action. Several of those rooms allow vlogging and I think basically everywhere else in New England does not, so there are a lot of kids that vlog up there. I follow some people from my neck of the woods (CT) that will drive up to NH specifically to be able to vlog themselves play.
Old Man BallerI once played pickup beeball with Stanley Fish, a nichely famous literary critic who was, at the time, 72ish. I was astounded by how well he moved, and I can still remember what he told me: keep moving. Once you stop moving, you're done. Today I played with an even older old, an OG in the Montpelier noon pickup run that I've been frequenting who's seventy-seven ye
There is a 65 year-old guy that plays a lot in my pickup runs that always impresses me. He doesn't move as well as the guys you are describing, but he is competitive. The most impressive part to me is that he has no issue battling with all the 19 and 20 year-old kids that play at our gym. I am 33 and out-of-shape and I tend to avoid the runs that are dominated by young kids, but this guy has no issue with it. Inspirational for sure.
I'm still trying to think through the implications of playing basketball with an extreme relativist and whether it's like playing poker with an unpredictable fish ... probably not though, bad pun aside. Enjoyed re-reading your old post, too, about the postgrad library grind. Joseph Frank's bio of Fyodor brings back fond memories although I only ever read the abridged version. Made me think: imagine if Dostoevsky had managed to successfully solve/advantage play roulette and made tons of money and became a precursor to today's crypto bros? It would've meant there was likely no Brothers K. What would've he done with all those roulette winnings? Started a grand publishing house? A halfway house for political prisoners? Or maybe he would've just lived it up in Paris?
Longtime listener, first time caller here. Really enjoy this thread. I love the New Hampshire poker rooms. So many weird little casinos filled with characters. Lots of low stakes action. Several of those rooms allow vlogging and I think basically everywhere else in New England does not, so there are a lot of kids that vlog up there. I follow some people from my neck of the wood
Thanks for popping in! Glad you feel at home in the NH scene. I have little experience up here and don't plan to be playing much while I'm up here. That said, if I have the chance to make a side trip every now and then, I'll do so. Good chance I hit up MGM Springfield in a week or so—I've been there once before and enjoy the room. Do you have any favorite local vloggers you'd recommend?
Speaking of—well, not quite a vlogger but a fellow 2p2er—check out MGM reg Suitedjustice's thread for a great glimpse into the low-stakes poker and slot grind. As far as consistent poasters go, for my money he's the best writer on this site.
There is a 65 year-old guy that plays a lot in my pickup runs that always impresses me. He doesn't move as well as the guys you are describing, but he is competitive. The most impressive part to me is that he has no issue battling with all the 19 and 20 year-old kids that play at our gym. I am 33 and out-of-shape and I tend to avoid the runs that are dominated by young kids, bu
It's cool to see for sure. As someone who's in between the younguns and the olds, I feel comfortable battling in more competitive runs or just taking it easy. The run I'm a part of now seems fairly unique in that you have the full range of ballers, both competitive teenagers and the 77-year-old I mentioned above. As long as teams are divvied up evenly, the games are usually enjoyable.
I'm still trying to think through the implications of playing basketball with an extreme relativist and whether it's like playing poker with an unpredictable fish ... probably not though, bad pun aside. Enjoyed re-reading your old post, too, about the postgrad library grind. Joseph Frank's bio of Fyodor brings back fond memories although I only ever read the abridged version. M
Always nice to hear from you, Dr.! Frank's biography of Dostoevsky remains the pinnacle of lit-crit, for me. A truly remarkable work, erudite yet readable. That said—read the abridged version.
Nice hypothetical re. Dostoevsky spinning up his roll to the moon, but we both know that degens gonna degen. Compulsive gambler that he was, Dostoevsky was always doomed to go busto imo. Which is a roundabout way of agreeing with you: only a degen could have written the Brothers Karamazov 😀
I was gonna toss this pic in my usual end-of-month photo dump, but I'll just leave this here. Took a jaunt to Middlebury yesterday and enjoyed a rare shopping spree: high quality tea and chocolate, scrumptious Thai food, and a pint from Hill Farmstead Brewery. Best of all, I started the day at
and couldn't believe what I found in the dollar book bin out front.
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Seeing Dostoevsky's masterpiece shoehorned in with all the other near-worthless tomes made me impressed and depressed. Impressed, because whatta deal; depressed, because whatta commentary on what we, as a society, value.
Because I have that exact edition, I left The Brothers K in the bin and grabbed two other $1 gems, Frederick Douglass's collected essay (for my brother, who stockpiles Library of America editions) and Paul Beatty's novel The Sellout, which was recently ranked #4 on the NYT's top 100 books of the 21st century. I then went inside and splurged on a $10 copy of Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go.
I'm making out like a bandit up here.
When my wife took up pickleball for the first time a handful of years ago her instructor that showed her the ropes was Stan the Man... who was pushing mid-90's at the time. IIRC, wife told me that Stan's turning 99 this year and is still out and about, with his fave hobby being taking cruises and dancing up a storm with all the widows inbetween some pickleball.
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Thanks for popping in! Glad you feel at home in the NH scene. I have little experience up here and don't plan to be playing much while I'm up here. That said, if I have the chance to make a side trip every now and then, I'll do so. Good chance I hit up MGM Springfield in a week or so—I've been there once before and enjoy the room. Do you have any favorite local vloggers you'd r
Thanks for the recommendation on that thread! For how much time I spend on this message board, I’m surprised I’ve never read it. Especially considering I also dabble in AP slot play and that MGM Springfield is my second most played-in room. Will definitely do a deep dive on that thread when I have some down time.
Speaking of down time, I can’t really say that there are any local vloggers that I would actually recommend. A lot of it is not on the level of the “big” names, both in terms of production quality and in terms of actual play. That said, I consume a good amount of poker content when I’m bored at work and it is fun to see people playing in local rooms. There is maybe a bit of schadenfreude involved too. I guess I would say that “Dukey Bets” has the most watchable New England-based vlog.
When my wife took up pickleball for the first time a handful of years ago her instructor that showed her the ropes was Stan the Man... who was pushing mid-90's at the time. IIRC, wife told me that Stan's turning 99 this year and is still out and about, with his fave hobby being taking cruises and dancing up a storm with all the widows inbetween some pickleball.Gcluelesspickleb
Glad Stan the Man is still kickin! You made me wonder how Stan(ley) Fish is doing. Turns out he's 87, hopefully puttering along and still playing beeball, like any good extreme relativist.
Heheh, let's hope not. I've volunteered to be a maple syrup and mead mule for a friend who's flying back from Vermont to Nola, so things are getting tight...
Thanks for the recommendation on that thread! For how much time I spend on this message board, I’m surprised I’ve never read it. Especially considering I also dabble in AP slot play and that MGM Springfield is my second most played-in room. Will definitely do a deep dive on that thread when I have some down time.Speaking of down time, I can’t really say that t
Glad you'll be able to enjoy that thread. There are lots of narrative gems that take place in MGM.
I realized, as I was typing this up, that my interest in a vlogger increases dramatically if I've had some sort of personal interaction with them. Like, just the 30 min I played with Underdog Pokermotivated me to give his vlog a glance. There have been similar mini-interactions over the years, with the Trooper and Andrew Neeme and the Absolute Nuts crew (who I'd rename to the Nut Lows if I could) and a few others.
All that said, there are plenty of vloggers I enjoy who I've never met. I don't watch them much any more—nowadays I'll give Corey Eyring and GazzyB a skim—but I'll check out Dukey Bets and report back.
Glad you'll be able to enjoy that thread. There are lots of narrative gems that take place in MGM. I realized, as I was typing this up, that my interest in a vlogger increases dramatically if I've had some sort of personal interaction with them. Like, just the 30 min I played with Underdog Pokermotivated me to give his vlog a glance. There have been similar mini-interactions ov
Yeah that makes sense! Dukey Bets is a similar situation for me RE: mini-interactions IRL. I enjoy the Gazzy B and Corey Eyring stuff too. The latter is also a New Hampshire guy and used to vlog $1/$3 a bunch at the NH rooms.
Best of all, I started the day at
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Seeing Dostoevsky's masterpiece shoehorned in with all the other near-worthless tomes made me impressed and depressed. Impressed, because whatta deal; depressed, because whatta commentary on what we, as a society, value. Because I have that exact edition,
Yeah my favourite bookstore back home is the Sacred Heart in St Kilda, where I tend to spend an average of $1-$2 per book. Found a perfect copy of Tess of d'Ubervilles last year (just another depressing 19th century novel that remains relevant). Also bought Alien Son, a collection of interrelated short stories, by Judah Waten, about the experiences of a Ukrainian Jewish family in Australia during 1930s.
Chances of that dog-eared copy of Brothers K finding a home are like 68% I'd say, so yeah better than glass half-empty.
Yeah that makes sense! Dukey Bets is a similar situation for me RE: mini-interactions IRL. I enjoy the Gazzy B and Corey Eyring stuff too. The latter is also a New Hampshire guy and used to vlog $1/$3 a bunch at the NH rooms.
I watched some of Dukey's lastest Chasers vlog. Seems fine and he's likeable. Makes me wonder how many vloggers are out there. A lot of repetitive content.
Yeah my favourite bookstore back home is the Sacred Heart in St Kilda, where I tend to spend an average of $1-$2 per book. Found a perfect copy of Tess of d'Ubervilles last year (just another depressing 19th century novel that remains relevant). Also bought Alien Son, a collection of interrelated short stories, by Judah Waten, about the experiences of a Ukrainian Jewish family
Used bookstores are the nuts.
July Recap
Despite my fantasy team flaming out down the stretch, it was another enjoyable July sweating the WSOP from afar. Has there ever been a greater one-off achievement in poker than the Grinder shipping the PPC and the Main in the same summer? Scrolling through the list of Main event champs, my general thoughts are meh until all the way back to Moneymaker. (I suppose you could make a case for Jamie Gold). Seems like the most significant ME final table in 20ish years, given the Grinder + Leo Margets.
I’ve been low-key mourning the absence of a TV show that can hold a candle to Andor, so I’ve moved temporarily to film. Watched Seven Samurai, Rashomon, Zodiac, about half of Happy Gilmore and 1/4 of Happy Gilmore 2. But the best of the bunch—by "best" I mean wildly disturbingly memorable—is Happiness, a 1998 film that explores all sorts of dark **** through the lens of lonely middlebrow New Jerseyans. I sort of enjoy the irony that it's available in its full uncensored depravity on YouTube while our beloved poker vloggers are getting vids pulled left and right. (Can we pour one out for Ryan DePaulo?)
Part of the reason I watched Seven Samurai (which I liked, although Kurusawa is no Ozu) is because I wanted some context for Helen Dewitt’s The Last Samurai, a novel that’s been called the best book of the century. I wish I could co-sign that proclamation, but no, it felt uneven to me, brilliant at times and pedantic in others. Overall, though, it’s a bold, experimental book with an uncompromising vision and lots of heart, and I’m glad Dewitt birthed it into the world (the story of its laborious publishing process is worth reading)
[quote=HD]On the day of the party I walked down to Covent Garden at lunchtime to buy a dress, and on my way to Boules I thought I would just stop off for a moment at Books etc. I happened to go into the music section, and I happened to pick up Schoenburg's Theory of Harmony.
My father used to say, when things went wrong, that man is the cat's paw of fate. I think this is the kind of thing he had in mind.[/quote]
More enjoyable, and easier to read, was Henry Hoke's Open Throat, a story of Los Angeles and lolhumanity told by a mountain lion.
Susannah Pratt, Puzzled
[quote=]The problem with a competitive approach to puzzles is that you take what is intended as a soothing and distracting pastime and quietly hitch it to a goal and a ticking clock. Although no one was standing over me and my Morris puzzle with a stopwatch, I brought to the task a nagging sense of urgency. After all, in our accelerated world, trial and error is not only boring but irresponsible; time is the single most precious resource we have. So the hours I spent hunched over my dining room table, testing piece after piece, caused me to fret over opportunity costs. Household chores, a backlog of books to read, texts and emails in need of responses—any number of things might better have filled the minutes I was ostensibly wasting on the puzzle. These objections, of course, could be made of every jigsaw puzzle, but at least simpler, more apparently “relaxing” puzzles are easier to justify doing. In short order, as progress is made, I get a little hit of accomplishment, akin to checking off an item on a to-do list. It is leisure disguised as productivity; therefore I allow it.[/quote]
The Sierra Range
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Colorful Marina
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Music Room
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Caturday Afternoon
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Doggone Days (in progress)
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RIP
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Money Clip
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Freadom
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What's Around the Bend?
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August! August is what's around the bend. Enjoy it, yall.
I have read most of Dostoevsky's known novels, but have yet to read The Brothers Karamazov, which this thread has thankfully reminded me to do so 
And speaking of Vloggers, I had a good chat with Andrew Neeme who was sitting to my left in a PLO event at the Wynn but, given my lack of investment into poker content over the past decade, I would of never recognized for the life of me if he had not mentioned that he was the co-owner of a poker room in Texas :roll eyes: I also was at the Venetian playing another PLO MTT when they announced the Gazzy B meetup game, which did put a grin on my face as it got me thinking of this forum 
I have read most of Dostoevsky's known novels, but have yet to read The Brothers Karamazov, which this thread has thankfully reminded me to do so
Then it seems that this thread is officialy a success it's my favorite of his novels (and one of my GOAT novels), I'm definitely interested to hear your thoughts when you get to it.
And speaking of Vloggers, I had a good chat with Andrew Neeme who was sitting to my left in a PLO event at the Wynn but, given my lack of investment into poker content over the past decade, I would of never recognized for the life of me if he had not mentioned that he was the co-owner of a poker room in Texas :roll eyes: I also was at the Venetian playing another PLO MTT when
Yeah, always interesting when we encounter poker personalities "in the wild," and get to compare their online personas with their irl personas. I had a similar encouter with Neeme years ago, and he struck me as a pleasant guy. Seems a bit jaded these days now that he's less a content creator (and even less a poker player) than a promotor for the Lodge/WPT/god knows what else
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Doggone Days has been COMPLETED
in a mad flurry of activity during my last week here, Mama Bob and I also polished off this bad boy. Now I can return triumphantly back to the Dirty South.
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Doggone Days has been COMPLETED
Pleased and/or disappointed you didn't inadvertently create a few, um, non pure-breeds.
There is a 65 year-old guy that plays a lot in my pickup runs that always impresses me. He doesn't move as well as the guys you are describing, but he is competitive. The most impressive part to me is that he has no issue battling with all the 19 and 20 year-old kids that play at our gym. I am 33 and out-of-shape and I tend to avoid the runs that are dominated by young kids, bu
My wife, whose age I won't reveal, but I am in my mid-50s and not a cradle robber, is a competitive Irish dancer. The age group she competes in varies by how many people sign up, going from 13 and over to 23 and over. She's part of a cadre called the Andovers, because no matter what the numbered age is, they will always fall into the "and over" part of the top age group. There is a separate category for the olds to battle it out without the teenagers and young adults, but she wants the real competition.
we don't mess around. It's all Game Theory Puzzoptimal (GTP) up in Vermont.
My wife, whose age I won't reveal, but I am in my mid-50s and not a cradle robber, is a competitive Irish dancer. The age group she competes in varies by how many people sign up, going from 13 and over to 23 and over. She's part of a cadre called the Andovers, because no matter what the numbered age is, they will always fall into the "and over" part of the top age group. The
The Andovers is a fantastic name! I hope Mrs. Garick continues competing as an honored member for many moons to come.
The Engines and Empires of New York City Gambling
Kudos to RussellinToronto for linking to this long essay about NYC gambling (written as plans for a new casino are being made in the city). The author, Adam Gopnik, splits NYC gambling into four eras—high-stakes gambling, high-hopes gambling, back-room gambling, and big-room gambling—and focuses on four figures: Arnold Rothstein., Stephanie St. Clair, Jack Richardson, and Molly Bloom. A few nuggets:
[quote=]Though gambling, in the long run, leads to ruin, it offers, in the short run, moments of illusory triumph. The mystic’s goal, to live wholly in the present, is available to the fervid, sweating gambler in a way that it is not to the rest of us. The inside move of a Thoroughbred on the homestretch, the last roll of the dice—such moments pulse with urgency and splendor. Guessing crazily at the future, the gambler is granted, briefly, the gift of now.[/quote]
I have but still haven't read Memoir of a Gambler. Seems like I might need to check it out—I mean, just look at this guy
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[quote=]Rothstein and St. Clair represent two great nodes of organized crime as it wrapped itself around New York gambling—each a cultural figure who controlled the games. But the steady, thrumming heartbeat of New York gambling wasn’t the big games run by Rothstein or the neighborhood numbers of St. Clair but the countless unrecorded card games and bridge sessions unfolding compulsively in apartments and back rooms.
Jack Richardson, for instance, was a playwright of enormous promise who gave up playwriting for card games in the back room of Elaine’s, the storied restaurant on Second Avenue. From his years at the table, Richardson took—or perhaps gave—a single embittered, poetic confession: a book now almost forgotten, but shimmeringly alive on the page.
That book, “Memoir of a Gambler” (1979), may be the most distinguished literary work to emerge from the world of New York gambling. It’s the story of a boy who was born in 1934, grew up in Queens, and, in the spirit of those ascending times, made his way to Columbia, then into Army intelligence in Europe, picking up Anglophile manners along the way. He stares out from the dust jacket, horse-faced and glowering in tweeds—the plaid just a bit too loud, well over the Rothstein speed limit. He was one of those people friends and lovers forgave—at least up to the last breach of faith or the last bad loan. (Richardson’s first wife, the novelist Anne Roiphe, wrote in the nineteen-seventies an alarming roman à clef about their marriage, “Torch Song,” ascribing to him various erotic exoticisms that were possibly more shocking then than now, but are still pretty shocking.)[/quote]
I have read Molly's Game and remember it being decent.
[quote=]“That was the plan,” Bloom said recently, laughing from her home in Colorado. Still striking, she’s become a thoughtful analyst of gambling psychology. “That was the pre-game talk: Please don’t sleep with these guys. It’s a great job until you get involved—then it all falls apart. The more you could raise the stakes in the room, without making it trashy or truly illegal, the more it felt like you’d entered a different world.” She was acutely aware of the dream she’d conjured: “Sometimes the men would think they had feelings for me, and I’d have to tell them, This is not real life! Here, I’m the anti-wife. In a real relationship, I’d make you take out the trash. Here, I’m the one who says, You never have to take out the trash.”[/quote]
The Andovers is a fantastic name! I hope Mrs. Garick continues competing as an honored member for many moons to come.
I agree. IDK who came up with that, but it replaced "super seniors" (where "senior ladies" meant over 20), and I like it a lot better.
Of course, at this age, practice time is harder to come by as work responsibilities grow, and injury recovery takes a lot longer. But she's signed up for two competitions next month, and has fine-tuned her reel to competition ready. Now she's working on her hornpipe, which is an exhausting hard shoe dance, especially at the champion level where every dance is half-again as long as the regular version.
I agree. IDK who came up with that, but it replaced "super seniors" (where "senior ladies" meant over 20), and I like it a lot better.Of course, at this age, practice time is harder to come by as work responsibilities grow, and injury recovery takes a lot longer. But she's signed up for two competitions next month, and has fine-tuned her reel to competition ready. Now she's
#cantstopwontstop
Any more Nola trips on the horizon?
