The Poker Project (playing and writing about poker in the U.S.)
Thanks for all of the content and information that you provide itt and elsewhere. Congratulations on a nice 2019. Best of luck in your 2020 pursuits!
Impressive you've kept this thread going since 2013. It's very unique to the standard pgc thread. Keep up the good work!
Skimming that last post for a second I thought you lost 20k in a high stakes mix game
Skimming that last post for a second I thought you lost 20k in a high stakes mix game
Looking forward to another year of this thread! Thanks for listing the book recs, decent chance I’ll check out at least one of them.
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BTW, just purchased the Paul Auster book, thx for the recommendation
It did not leave a profound effect upon me unlike his first introductory podcast did (loved Busquet's his self-awareness, honesty and insights). That said, a few notes about the Colman episode :
- I was surprised (even at first astonished) by Dan saying he felt empty inside/drained/depressed after his One Drop win And then flashbacks of the protagonist in (the excellent gambling movie) California Split feeling completed depleted, uninterested and void after his one-in-a-lifetime upswing rush at the end of the movie, made sense of Colman's statement. And only then did I remember feeling exactly the same after my first big tournament win - at least big at the time... -, but that existential has never happened since following a binkage, on the contrary.
- I can relate to him being less interested in poker and having now stepped out of that realm since the money is no longer needed.
- I can also relate to him living in South America (and pretty cool that he learned Portuguese ).
That's it, I don't really have other thoughts on the Colman episode.
It did not leave a profound effect upon me unlike his first introductory podcast did (loved Busquet's his self-awareness, honesty and insights). That said, a few notes about the Colman episode :
- I was surprised (even at first astonished) by Dan saying he felt empty inside/drained/depressed after his One Drop win And then flashbacks of the protagonist in (the excellent gambling movie) California Split feeling completed depleted, uninterested and void after his one-in-a-lifetime upswing rush at the end of the movie, made sense of Colman's statement. And only then did I remember feeling exactly the same after my first big tournament win - at least big at the time... -, but that existential has never happened since following a binkage, on the contrary.
- I can relate to him being less interested in poker and having now stepped out of that realm since the money is no longer needed.
- I can also relate to him living in South America (and pretty cool that he learned Portuguese ).
That's it, I don't really have other thoughts on the Colman episode.
When I lose 20K in mix games, it'll be in Bobby's Room with Gus and Jungle and Ike. And then I'll go on to lose another 200K because what's money to a Bitcoin Balla like me? #lifegoals
BTW, just purchased the Paul Auster book, thx for the recommendation
Good stuff, hope you enjoy. JRR mentioned to me that the movie is also good (lol @ 90s movie trailers)
It did not leave a profound effect upon me unlike his first introductory podcast did (loved Busquet's his self-awareness, honesty and insights). That said, a few notes about the Colman episode :
- I was surprised (even at first astonished) by Dan saying he felt empty inside/drained/depressed after his One Drop win And then flashbacks of the protagonist in (the excellent gambling movie) California Split feeling completed depleted, uninterested and void after his one-in-a-lifetime upswing rush at the end of the movie, made sense of Colman's statement. And only then did I remember feeling exactly the same after my first big tournament win - at least big at the time... -, but that existential has never happened since following a binkage, on the contrary.
- I can relate to him being less interested in poker and having now stepped out of that realm since the money is no longer needed.
- I can also relate to him living in South America (and pretty cool that he learned Portuguese ).
That's it, I don't really have other thoughts on the Colman episode.
Good stuff, hope you enjoy. JRR mentioned to me that the movie is also good (lol @ 90s movie trailers)
It did not leave a profound effect upon me unlike his first introductory podcast did (loved Busquet's his self-awareness, honesty and insights). That said, a few notes about the Colman episode :
- I was surprised (even at first astonished) by Dan saying he felt empty inside/drained/depressed after his One Drop win And then flashbacks of the protagonist in (the excellent gambling movie) California Split feeling completed depleted, uninterested and void after his one-in-a-lifetime upswing rush at the end of the movie, made sense of Colman's statement. And only then did I remember feeling exactly the same after my first big tournament win - at least big at the time... -, but that existential has never happened since following a binkage, on the contrary.
- I can relate to him being less interested in poker and having now stepped out of that realm since the money is no longer needed.
- I can also relate to him living in South America (and pretty cool that he learned Portuguese ).
That's it, I don't really have other thoughts on the Colman episode.
Originally Posted by Wikipedia
Near the end of his life, Dandolos was near-broke and playing $5 limit draw poker games in Gardena, California. When asked by a fellow player how he could once play for millions and now be playing for such small stakes, Dandolos supposedly replied, "Hey, it's action, isn't it?"
Something that also interested me from both podcasts (it pops up more in the first one) is Olivier's discussion of "physiological sensitivity." He argues that, just as basketball selects for tall dudes, poker selects for people who experience fewer mood swings, who are less tilty, who don't experience such steep peaks and valleys that are correlated with variance, etc. This is a fascinating topic in its own right, and it also connects to what I see as a separate issue: the rise of robotic grinders who apparently feel nothing and always take the +EV line, no matter how high-variance. To which Colman more or less says LOL, I'd rather live ten lives as an emotional human being than ten minutes as a grinderbot.
The topic of mood swings and regulating emotion reminds me of this quote from Moby Dick:
Originally Posted by Herman Melville
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
Poker Faces in the Crowd: Motorbike Mike
For this month's issue of Two Plus Two Magazine, I wrote about my adventures grinding the sunrise shift with Motorbike Mike.
For this month's issue of Two Plus Two Magazine, I wrote about my adventures grinding the sunrise shift with Motorbike Mike.
..and that Melville quote is Exhibit A why I'm looking forward to another year of this thread. Had never seen that one until your post, great stuff.
Poker Faces in the Crowd: Motorbike Mike
For this month's issue of Two Plus Two Magazine, I wrote about my adventures grinding the sunrise shift with Motorbike Mike.
For this month's issue of Two Plus Two Magazine, I wrote about my adventures grinding the sunrise shift with Motorbike Mike.
I got the Colman quote wrong. He says something closer to, I'd rather live one week as a tilting emotional player than ten lives as a grinderbot.
The book will be a nonfictional journey into the New Orleans poker world (Vegas/the WSOP will also play a part). I want to show readers how a cardroom "works" and some of the characters/stories you'll find there. So I expect that it'll be a mix of journalism, personal essay, history, and ethnography.
Happy to share more writing as it emerges and keep yall updated itt. The biggest update within the last year is that I got an agent, and now we're working on revising and selling the proposal to a publisher.
2020 Goals, Bob's 1K Freeroll
Work Out Harder. Sleep Better. Get More Done.
Rise and grind, mother****ers!
This thread has been important to me because, being the homeless barely-employed miscreant that I am, I have to keep myself accountable. Of course, a slavish attention to Work and Productivity risks being reductive and anxiety-inducing and impoverishing (existentially, if not financially). So I’m going to move away from a goal-oriented approach itt, with one exception:
[ ] Write 1,200 hours
I fell 200 hours short last year. It’s only fair that I punish myself by rolling over the hours into 2020.
Because achieving this goal is important to me, I’m pleased to offer the following freeroll: If I fail to hit my hours goal, I’ll ship a grand to the first person who poasts a puppy pic itt.
Work Out Harder. Sleep Better. Get More Done.
Rise and grind, mother****ers!
This thread has been important to me because, being the homeless barely-employed miscreant that I am, I have to keep myself accountable. Of course, a slavish attention to Work and Productivity risks being reductive and anxiety-inducing and impoverishing (existentially, if not financially). So I’m going to move away from a goal-oriented approach itt, with one exception:
[ ] Write 1,200 hours
I fell 200 hours short last year. It’s only fair that I punish myself by rolling over the hours into 2020.
Because achieving this goal is important to me, I’m pleased to offer the following freeroll: If I fail to hit my hours goal, I’ll ship a grand to the first person who poasts a puppy pic itt.
At the time, or now?
Spoiler:
Just in case:
Now. Wouldn’t want to deprive you of the anti-sweat. Congrats, and enjoy!
Spoiler:
Nice pups!
I like that the one on the left looks like he has an old man beard, for all that he's only a few weeks old.
Thanks for the good wishes. Welcome aboard!
Oh God, I hate poker. I've been playing for about a decade and I hate it. I don't know why I still play. It started out as something I did when I was low and it gave me the opportunity to put my life back together and feel like someone on the felt, I could feel like a man. I could intimidate people and feel in control. But I never liked to read about it or watch on TV.
I often hate playing poker.
Sometimes I hate playing poker.
Depending on the day, I hate playing poker.
It seems like the distinction between poker-as-a-game and "playing poker" is important to me. As a game, I find poker beautiful and fascinating. But the act of playing poker and all that accompanies it—especially the people and the environment—contains a lot of ugliness. And also some beauty within that ugliness, for me, which is why I'd describe my attitude towards poker as intensely ambivalent.
I haven't yet worked through your entire blog, but you aren't grinding full-time, are you? If I played professionally or if I played in LA, then I might straight-up HATE poker. The Commerce seems like the nut low.
Grinding live in one of the most expensive places to live in the world with constant traffic and a seemingly toxic environment at the casino - disclaimer : I have never played in LA -, would definitely make me want to either quit or move The games seem soft af, but I was shocked by the echos I got of the behaviour of some peeps
Grinding live in one of the most expensive places to live in the world with constant traffic and a seemingly toxic environment at the casino - disclaimer : I have never played in LA -, would definitely make me want to either quit or move The games seem soft af, but I was shocked by the echos I got of the behaviour of some peeps
That said, I imagine the games are still among the most profitable in the country (excluding private games of course) and parts of LA are awesome. You just have to be willing to deal with the traffic.
Chess and its Characters
As bad as I am at poker, I'm even worse at chess. But I enjoy following the game and often watch current world champ Magnus Carlsen crush all comers on YouTube. What a time to be alive!
A few months ago I read Brin-Jonathan Butler's The Grandmaster: Magnus Carlsen and the Match That Made Chess Great Again. The book is less a biography of Carlsen than a deep dive into chess culture, and as a result there's considerable overlap with the pokerverse. Butler is a very engaging writer but he was handcuffed by a lack of access to Carlsen and the narrative suffers as a result. As a NYT reviewer puts it,
Here are some quotes from the book that I found esp interesting.
Overall, The Grandmaster is a decent but flawed book imo. For a deep dive into a dysfunctional gaming subcultures, Stefan Fatsis's Wordfreak is better.
As bad as I am at poker, I'm even worse at chess. But I enjoy following the game and often watch current world champ Magnus Carlsen crush all comers on YouTube. What a time to be alive!
A few months ago I read Brin-Jonathan Butler's The Grandmaster: Magnus Carlsen and the Match That Made Chess Great Again. The book is less a biography of Carlsen than a deep dive into chess culture, and as a result there's considerable overlap with the pokerverse. Butler is a very engaging writer but he was handcuffed by a lack of access to Carlsen and the narrative suffers as a result. As a NYT reviewer puts it,
Butler takes the reader on journeys away from the tournament — to Cuba, to a chess shop where New Yorkers took refuge after the terrorist attack on Sept. 11, 2001, and elsewhere. But even the best of these vignettes serve to remind that Carlsen and Karjakin failed to carry their load. We understand why. Chess is intensely cerebral. It drives men mad, as Butler documents in vivid detail. But by remaining so deep in thought, Carlsen and Karjakin shut out their fans, shut out the author and shut out the reader. At the tournament’s end, one man emerges triumphant, or at least relieved, the other dejected. The rest of us watch through one-way glass, unmoved.
Originally Posted by BJB
I’m not sure what I was expecting in terms of a championship-chess crowd, but it was a hybrid of several distinctive camps I’d never seen assembled in the same place before. None of them mixed. When the kids of the crowd saw the chessboards laid out and raced over to play, they made the venue feel like a carnival petting zoo. Observing these games with studious attention, the group of nearsighted, disheveled, middle-aged men in wrinkled clothes presumably being attended to by the cans of Febreze were straight out of central casting from an Atlantic City, hung-out-to-dry, post-casino, 2am Greyhound bus station. Everywhere else I looked, surly Steven Seagal-type Russian men in fine suits mingled and milled around the facility with Bond-girl foreign women attired in cocktail dresses (53).
Originally Posted by BJB
Carlsen had always been vocal about how much he enjoyed above all else making wriggling, pinned insects of his adversaries, holding them at toy gunpoint until they walked off a plank or into an open grave (55).
Originally Posted by BJB
Poker is an endeavor almost preternaturally obsessed with status, hierarchy, title, rank, pecking order--with every member defined by their rating. The more they associate their identity with this valuation of their worth, the more those outside this domain seem to gnaw and inspire some measure of defensiveness. It’s a lot like Mensa. I’ve never met any exceedingly bright people concerned with Mensa who aren’t existing member of Mensa--which invariably leads to some defensiveness about exactly what that achievement means beyond being a member of Mensa. So the chess elite strolled about the room with a self-conscious combination of swagger and desperation (60)
Originally Posted by BJB
Watching chess played up close, at the highest level, is like sitting down in a theater for three weeks and watching back-to-back-to-back every Andy Warhol film where the camera never moves...it’s astounding to watch up close the gradual and brutal effects hours of sustained concentration inflict on chess players at the world’s highest level. There they are, trapped like conjoined twins in solitary confinement, sometimes breaking away from the board, seemingly to make sure invisible walls aren’t closing in on them (87)
Originally Posted by BJB
The chess players had the same bottlenecked intensity behind their eyes as gamblers, but the energy was moving in the opposite direction--not outward, toward some romantic dream or delusion that convinces people to waste their lives in the hopes of leaving it all behind. It doesn’t work this way for chess. Chess is vaccinated against players’ delusions of self-worth. However special you think you are, enter the game’s competitive circuits and you rating is held up for all to see and recalibrated accordingly after each game. “On the chessboard, Emanual Lasker once observed, “lies and hypocrisy do not survive long.” Both you and your opponents always know where you stand at any given moment. You can’t bluff your way against eagerly duped, impatient opponents buying into wildly misguided notions of their own abilities. (88)
Originally Posted by BJB
Fulton Market...was absent the crushing emptiness of watching gamblers’ emotion lives wrung by a dealer’s shuffle, or row after row of slot machine levels being pulled like oars on some hopeless slave ship by wretches pining for deliverance with the ever fading shore of a one-in-a-million jackpot. The room wasn’t flooded with oxygen or chain-smoking old ladies with oxygen tanks. We weren’t being carpet-bombed with Dean Martin jingles as on any garden-variety casino floor. And the most important differce: here nobody was yearning for Lady Luck’s fairy dust. There were no house odds to worry about or ignore. Lies and hypocrisy are the crucial ingredients casinos use to exploit their customers. No-limit poker only speaks to the money involved; everything else shrivels into monotonous routine except the rich bloom of deception (90)
Originally Posted by BJB
I wondered if there might be a parallel with the greatest matadors of Spain--nearly all of whom died or came within inches of doing so. Bullfighting aficionados expect their geniuses to accept greater danger the more capable they become. The quality of art and emotional impact in bullfighting--a tragedy by design, coverd next to operat in the culture pages of Spain’s newspapers--is predicated not on the murder of bulls, but on the willingness of matadors to allow death ever closer as they dance with the hero of the tragedy, the bull. The more you pay to watch a matador, the closer the bull’s horn is expected to come to the man’s heart with each pass. Perhaps, like bullfighters, the greatest geniuses of chess are also required to risk too much of themselves in the pursuit of perfection. For matadors it’s their bodies. For chess players it’s their minds” (135)
Originally Posted by BJB
The huge push at the match by organizers had been to professionalize chess, reach a broader audience, tap into the popularity of a game played by six hundred million people around the world, and elevate it back to some semblance of the prominence it enjoyed during Fisher’s rise. Yet I’d never encountered more impenetrable people to interview than Magnus and Sergey...What does it say about the chess world compared to other sports that the finest players are so inaccessible to the general media and the media outside chess that seeks to explore their stories and share them with a wider audience? At least insofar as American perception is concerned, chess is desperate to get out from under the burden of being seen as a sideshow curiousity and reveal its unique virtues and viability as a sport. Yet it still maintains such an intensely tight grip on the enigmatic narratives behind its greatest players, revealing an industry as insecure and paranoid as ever that the glare of more attention could pull back the veil and do more harm than benefit (165)
January Recap
American Diagnosis is one of the best healthcare-focused podcasts that I know (don't listen to many). I've been working my way through the season on opioid addiction and it's been interesting/disturbing.
"Alex Plays Poker," an episode from The Addicted Gambler's Podcast, is worth a listen imo. One of the hosts makes what seems to be a useful distinction between drugs and gambling:
George Packer, "The Enemies of Writing"
Agnes Callard, "Who Wants to Play the Status Game?"
Boris Fishman, Everything You Think You Know About Chekhov is Wrong
Operation Deny Garick
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American Diagnosis is one of the best healthcare-focused podcasts that I know (don't listen to many). I've been working my way through the season on opioid addiction and it's been interesting/disturbing.
"Alex Plays Poker," an episode from The Addicted Gambler's Podcast, is worth a listen imo. One of the hosts makes what seems to be a useful distinction between drugs and gambling:
For drugs, for alcohol, no matter how much you use—you never have the hope coming out better off than you did when you started. But the same isn't true of gambling. With gambling, there's always the hope that you'll make money.
First, there’s belonging. I know it sounds perverse to count belonging as an enemy of writing. After all, it’s a famously lonely life—the work only gets done in comfortless isolation, face-to-face with yourself—and the life is made tolerable and meaningful by a sense of connection with other people. And it can be immensely helpful to have models and mentors, especially for a young person who sets out from a place where being a writer might be unthinkable. But this solidarity isn’t what I mean by belonging. I mean that writers are now expected to identify with a community and to write as its representatives. In a way, this is the opposite of writing to reach other people. When we open a book or click on an article, the first thing we want to know is which group the writer belongs to. The group might be a political faction, an ethnicity or a sexuality, a literary clique. The answer makes reading a lot simpler. It tells us what to expect from the writer’s work, and even what to think of it. Groups save us a lot of trouble by doing our thinking for us.
In James Boswell’s Life Of Johnson, Samuel Johnson often speaks in defense of a rigid social class system as the key to social order, because it creates a shared public knowledge of where everyone stands. There is a certain sense in this. A recent acquaintance told me that the least stressful new interactions in his life were in the army, because status relations were immediately evident and common knowledge—you just looked at how many stripes the person had on his shoulder and that was that, status negotiations complete. By contrast, in the extramilitary world, confusion reigns: billionaires wear hoodies, it is high-status to pretend you are low-status and no one is sure who exactly “the elite” refers to. The ensuing condition of generalized status-panic would be Johnson’s worst nightmare. He would be quick to point out that eliminating the obvious markers of status is hardly the same as eliminating status altogether.
Boris Fishman, Everything You Think You Know About Chekhov is Wrong
As radical as it is simple: Tell things how they are, not how they should be. This approach is as natural today as it was radical a century ago, and every time art moved from a depiction of the idealized to the real. (Think of European painting going, in the 17th century, from “angels with gauzy wings” to “the actual look and feel of a world, which, after all, God has created,” as the art critic Robert Hughes has put it.) If Dostoevsky was concerned by humanity in extremis, if Tolstoy sought final, unvarying answers, Chekhov concerned himself with ordinary people, and felt that no single philosophy could answer for a world of perennially shifting circumstances, to say nothing of the fungibility of human nature—the view of an empiricist and clinician, as per his training. He went quietly about the same work the others went about loudly.
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"Alex Plays Poker," an episode from The Addicted Gambler's Podcast, is worth a listen imo. One of the hosts makes what seems to be a useful distinction between drugs and gambling:
Busquet's 4th (featuring Alvarado) episode is pretty darn fascinating as well for the same reasons
Very nice interview with Spider. My first experience with public poker was in illegal rooms in Louisiana in 1969 and 1970. I'd flamed out of my first try at college and was working on a seismograph crew offshore (9days on 5days off) and spent most of my off time gambling and drinking like the other guys on the crew.
I may have told you this story but my first experience with a card mechanic happened in Houma (a bit west of New Orleans) - we had just moved the quarter boat to off of Houma and Troxy's Bar had a check cashing service for oil workers. To get to the "teller" you had to walk back past the poker table and then again pass the table on the way back out . I was crushing the stud games on the quarter boat (not that the opposition was that strong) and thought I was quite the player.
So when we went to cash our checks at Troxy's I thought I might as well make some extra dough. The game was 7 stud - I sat down with all my money and the first or second hand dealt I picked up rolled up jacks. Someone bet I just called. Hit the 4th jack on 4th street and villain had something like 4d 6s showing. I checked he bet and I just called again. 5th street he hit a 6d, bet, I raised, he reraised and I just called. 6th street gave him a 4 for two pair and we went to war. I got all my money in the middle, 7th street was dealt and he came out of the hole with 2d,3d,5d for the straight flush. Kind of like the final hand in Cincinnati Kid. I was sitting there stunned and then noticed how all the cards were bent and crimped and knew I'd been gaffed. At least I had sense enough to shut up and walk out - otherwise probably would have ended up as alligator food
During my time hanging around New Orleans I met several guys loosely connected to the Marcello crowd, and it's possible I even ran across Spider.
But in any case this piece did bring back memories of a fun time in my youth.
I may have told you this story but my first experience with a card mechanic happened in Houma (a bit west of New Orleans) - we had just moved the quarter boat to off of Houma and Troxy's Bar had a check cashing service for oil workers. To get to the "teller" you had to walk back past the poker table and then again pass the table on the way back out . I was crushing the stud games on the quarter boat (not that the opposition was that strong) and thought I was quite the player.
So when we went to cash our checks at Troxy's I thought I might as well make some extra dough. The game was 7 stud - I sat down with all my money and the first or second hand dealt I picked up rolled up jacks. Someone bet I just called. Hit the 4th jack on 4th street and villain had something like 4d 6s showing. I checked he bet and I just called again. 5th street he hit a 6d, bet, I raised, he reraised and I just called. 6th street gave him a 4 for two pair and we went to war. I got all my money in the middle, 7th street was dealt and he came out of the hole with 2d,3d,5d for the straight flush. Kind of like the final hand in Cincinnati Kid. I was sitting there stunned and then noticed how all the cards were bent and crimped and knew I'd been gaffed. At least I had sense enough to shut up and walk out - otherwise probably would have ended up as alligator food
During my time hanging around New Orleans I met several guys loosely connected to the Marcello crowd, and it's possible I even ran across Spider.
But in any case this piece did bring back memories of a fun time in my youth.
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Poker Faces in the Crowd: Spider
Here's an interview with Spider, an old-timer who's been involved in the Nola gambling scene for most of his life. He told me about growing up as the son of a card mechanic, Carlos Marcello, and stock car racing.
Glad you enjoyed it. I don't think we've talked much about your experience in the LA gambling scene. It seems that, because you have so many other stories, we somehow missed it
Very cool, if sobering, story about getting hustled. Glad to hear you had the good sense to keep your mouth shut and get out of there. I've been to Houma. Never gambled there. Have played in underground games in Nola/Houston. Don't particularly enjoy them, for the obvious reasons.
Awhile back I interviewed an oil guy who also spent time in the Houma/Thibodeaux scene. I'm pretty sure he mentioned Troxy's, and he had some good stories about Eskimo Clark.
Ya, I had a similar impression as they first started talking. But it becomes clear pretty quickly that Alex is knowledgeable, and his discussion of incinerating his FTP roll is well worth a listen.
On the other hand, it was surprising to hear just how clueless the co-hosts are about poker. The game is truly the red-headed stepchild of both the gaming and the gambling worlds.
Thanks for the HU about the JC interview. I really liked it. The convo flows from the get-go and covers some very unique territory.
YESSSSSS
Here's an interview with Spider, an old-timer who's been involved in the Nola gambling scene for most of his life. He told me about growing up as the son of a card mechanic, Carlos Marcello, and stock car racing.
Very nice interview with Spider. My first experience with public poker was in illegal rooms in Louisiana in 1969 and 1970. I'd flamed out of my first try at college and was working on a seismograph crew offshore (9days on 5days off) and spent most of my off time gambling and drinking like the other guys on the crew.
Very cool, if sobering, story about getting hustled. Glad to hear you had the good sense to keep your mouth shut and get out of there. I've been to Houma. Never gambled there. Have played in underground games in Nola/Houston. Don't particularly enjoy them, for the obvious reasons.
Awhile back I interviewed an oil guy who also spent time in the Houma/Thibodeaux scene. I'm pretty sure he mentioned Troxy's, and he had some good stories about Eskimo Clark.
Spoiler:
you MUST write a memoir!
Pretty interesting listen, thx for sharing I was there "mehhh" at first, when it seemed like a standard degen story of lacking complete emotional control, until you found out that he was actually a crusher with a sizeable BR that proceeded to dump it
Busquet's 4th (featuring Alvarado) episode is pretty darn fascinating as well for the same reasons
Busquet's 4th (featuring Alvarado) episode is pretty darn fascinating as well for the same reasons
On the other hand, it was surprising to hear just how clueless the co-hosts are about poker. The game is truly the red-headed stepchild of both the gaming and the gambling worlds.
Thanks for the HU about the JC interview. I really liked it. The convo flows from the get-go and covers some very unique territory.
Spoiler:
100 million dollar USD pots in Hong Kong?!
YESSSSSS
Building a $1-million poker game for ‘Live at the Bike’, LOLimit Achievement Unlocked
The LA Times published a piece on a recent high-stakes game on LATB in which, at one point, one milly was on the table.
I like this description of Matt Berkey: "a well-mannered but strategically disruptive professional gambler."
The author nicely describe the poker ecosystem, the main characters (including "the kingpin" of LA poker, GEEMAN), and in-hand dynamics. No ez task.
In other news, I'm supremely displeased to announce a journey into uncharted territory: during my last LOLimit session I either lost or folded every hand that I played. I don't think I've ever gone o-fer in a sesh before, in either limit or NL.
But then, as I trudged despairingly to the Lucky Dogs stand, I stopped at the Total Rewards kiosk and discovered that my luck had turned. Behold!
The LA Times published a piece on a recent high-stakes game on LATB in which, at one point, one milly was on the table.
I like this description of Matt Berkey: "a well-mannered but strategically disruptive professional gambler."
The author nicely describe the poker ecosystem, the main characters (including "the kingpin" of LA poker, GEEMAN), and in-hand dynamics. No ez task.
A poker game is like an ecosystem: In order to entice predators, you need prey. Otherwise, sharks will hunt elsewhere. Feldman believed that the formula for an appealing show required “big money and action and names.” All three are in diminishing supply. The glamour of poker has faded, the unpredictability of play has stabilized as pros become more technically proficient and the riches at stake have decreased.
The environment has gotten tougher for several reasons, players said. The banning of online poker in the United States in 2011 limited the money flowing into games. The emergence of new markets such as Macau redirected some players. The number of unregulated, private games played outside casinos has proliferated.
“Because the player pool is so small, and there’s such a low influx of outside money coming in, it’s difficult to find games that aren’t just the same routine five to 10 people,” Berkey said.
The environment has gotten tougher for several reasons, players said. The banning of online poker in the United States in 2011 limited the money flowing into games. The emergence of new markets such as Macau redirected some players. The number of unregulated, private games played outside casinos has proliferated.
“Because the player pool is so small, and there’s such a low influx of outside money coming in, it’s difficult to find games that aren’t just the same routine five to 10 people,” Berkey said.
But then, as I trudged despairingly to the Lucky Dogs stand, I stopped at the Total Rewards kiosk and discovered that my luck had turned. Behold!
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So you played for at least half an hour? Well done!
When I visit NOLA and want to park near the French Quarter, that's how I always accomplish it.
When I visit NOLA and want to park near the French Quarter, that's how I always accomplish it.
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